Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must
Why should our instincts nourish hope in vain?
Today we face the trying times
Of heartache, fear and pain
Many hopes and dreams are shattered
And prayers seem to be in vain
Only time will ease such sorrow
That comes from losing people so dear
But with the dawning of a new tomorrow,
With faith and hope, we’ll find a panacea
The dead can not hope
Hope is for the living