Death Is Imminent (However, Relative) - ORBS

Don’t say «start over,» it doesn’t mean a thing

When you face death tell me:

What do you see?

What do you see?

(Do we) gain perspective face to face with loss

If you are just body then it’s true you are no more

But if there’s soul beneath that casing, only now you’re being born

I hoisted your dead weight over my frail but tireless back

I took you to the edge of where I planned to grow a forest

I closed your eyes and dug a hole and made my peace with

The fact that this would be your final earthly placement

And as I watched your fur and muzzle disappear

It’s then that understanding and acceptance replaced my fear

And I didn’t know what to say, but I knew what I had to do

Every day I made my way back to that tragic spot

I’d watch the birds and insects traverse your burial plot

One day upon arriving, I found a tiny sprout

He reached up from the ground as if to say «Please, just let me out!»

And I didn’t know what to say

But I knew what I had to do

I watched you coming back to me!

What did you see?

What did you see?