When you die and fly away,
And you've seen all you want to see,
Then will your heart get curious?
Will you come to look at me
To see how I live from day to day?
To watch the things I do?
Then maybe you will pity me,
Instead of hate me as you do.

For I, alive, pity you now,
But in death, perhaps I'll see
That I shouldn't, and the reasons why,
So then I'll go, in peace and fly
Away to places I can be
Free and filled with joy and love.
I haunt you now in thoughts and dreams,
But will you rattle chains at me
From up above,
In that place called then?

-jenn