10.11.07
death hath lost its sting.
The Spirit Carries On by Dream Theater
Where did we come from?
Why are we here?
Where do we go when we die?
What lies beyond
And what lay before?
Is anything certain in life?
They say " Life is too short"
"The here and the now"
And "You`re only given one shot"
But could there be more
Have I lived before
Or could this be all that we`ve got?
If I die tomorrow
I`d be alright
Because I believe
That after we`re gone
The spirit carries on
I used to be frightened of dying
I used to think death was the end
But that was before
I`m not scared anymore
I know that my soul will transcend
I may never find all the answers
I may never understand why
I may never prove
What I know to be true
But I know that I still have to try
If I die tomorrow
I`d be alright
Because I believe
That after we`re gone
The spirit carries on
"Move on, be brave
Don`t weep at my grave
Because I`m no longer here
But please never let
Your memories of me disappear"
Safe in the light that surrounds me
Free of the fear and the pain
My questioning mind
Has help me to find
The meaning in my life again
Victoria`s real
I finally feel
At peace with the girl in my dreams
And now that I`m here
It`s perfectly clear
I found out what all of this means
If I die tomorrow
I`d be alright
Because I believe
That after we`re gone
The spirit carries on
if i were to highlight any part of the song, i would have to highlight the whole thing
i realise, funerals make you think of your own perspectives in life. the people you love right here and now. the time you've spent with them. although you know they're in a better place, you can't help but feel sad that they're gone. that you didn't exactly see them one last time. that you planned but God's plans are way higher than yours.
i think i felt so much this time, partly because i grew up, partly because it was so close to home. the last time was when i was in primary school, when grandad passed away, and absolutely good penang food and relatives were comfort. but now, it's just so... raw. too close to the heart. too coming, too predictable. a balloon waiting to explode. even now, the heaviness of the heart still remains. but i'll be alright with some sleep.
nevertheless, our hope is in God and in eternal life. that the rested are back where they belong, where we'll all go someday. that somehow, in a strange morbid sense, that we're all on this journey, that doesn't end at death. it doesn't ever end with God.
goodbye aunty gina. i played for you these 2 nights, and i shouldn't have shed a tear knowing where you are right now. and true to yourself, you were drama till the end (: i can't wait to see you again.
keep my heart upon Your altar.
Give me strength to cross this water,
keep my feet don't let me falter.
