Eternity begins at death, they say -
blowing out candles at end of day,
freeing the spirit from its grey.
Eternity is elsewhere, they cry -
chasing chariots in the sky,
freeing the spirit from its sigh.
Eternity is always, they claim -
forever burning an eternal flame,
freeing the spirit from its name.
But eternity begins at birth, I dream -
starting off a creative stream,
joining the spirit to bright sunbeam.