Every day ,when the sun rises
There are eyes , that don’t open anymore
There are bodies ,that don’t move anymore
There are souls that separate with flesh.
Every day ,when the dawn approaches
There are new graves dug
There are new death announcements
There are souls that separate with flesh .
Opening those eyes in the morning.
Moving that body in the morning.
Your soul still at attached to flesh.
Is a gift !
Your grave ,not dug.
Your death ,not announced.
Your soul ,still on earth .
Is a gift !