are we dying?
as i stepped inside this dark cathedral
was glad to see all familiar faces
are we dying?
have we outlived ourselves?
are we gone?
has our flame burned itself out?
(why are fresh tears flowing?)
white roses all around us now
(a little prayer, signaling the end)
i made a way to the centerpiece
and saw our own faces staring from the glass
enter the wake of our design
a funeral to end the last embrace
are we dying?
are we the departed?
