If you only could’ve spoken in your final hour before the lights had begin to grow dim, and if you only could’ve told me what the feeling was like, when you had traveled to the spiritual realm. Where are you dwelling, are you feeling alone, or are you bowing at the Master’s feet? are you singing with the angels with a harp in your hand or are you resting in eternal peace? Show me where you are and just lead the way to where your body has been properly laid, because I want to know if everything is well with you, or are you begging to come out of your grave? If only you could see me and just pick up the phone because your spirit has not fallen asleep, but if only you could live and just return back to earth, to stay longer so that you can be reached.