I remember when I first opened my eyes To a new world but of what, why, or to whom do the flower bloom Im am to believe that same one WHO made me and you even hung the moon and if only for a moment could you Imagine him sitting on the moons edge watching OVER me and you For in life i foolishly overdosed on LIFE and knowing the truth i still can't seem to understand what, how, or even why i know that iv died but if im dead hows come im suck in my head if death is the end hows come i take so long to show what I fear is every word of this you would have believed of it true