Ample Shrouds

[Konstantine914]

Is there song when life has gone,
And left our bodies dead?
Or do we sing sweet melodies,
To be the last words that are said?
How about a chorus being sung above the clouds,
By souls departed long before
To help unravel the ample shrouds?
Take not a note of sympathy,
But one of enlightened bliss...
And sing your song so joyfully
So that I may not be missed.