Self improvement ends when we depart
On the final train ride of our life
Silent is that little clock, our heart
When we lose our teeth that is the start
When we have no man to make us wife
Self improvement ends when we depart
When we reach the edges of all charts
Unknown oceans, crossed by unknown lines
Silenced is that little clock, our heart
Can we be improved by self regard?
Can self help kick us up till we’re divine?
Either way it ends when we depart
No more tricks as we play our last card
All that I possessed, no longer mine
Silenced is that little clock, our heart
How peaceful is the dust, it does not strive
Nor agitate itself about soul stained
Self improvement ends, we die, depart
Silent are the speeches of our hearts
How my heart sings 