My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.