In shadows deep, false happiness does gleam,
A mask that hides the sorrow, like a dream.
It whispers empty promises of cheer,
But leaves a heart in solitude and fear.

For real happiness of death, they say,
Is not the end, but life's eternal day.
It's not a gloom, but freedom, sweet release,
A journey to a boundless realm of peace.

Though we may fear what lies beyond the veil,
In death, true happiness may yet prevail.
Embrace the unknown, let go of earthly strife,
And find in death the joy of endless life.
© Folkland