Down earth, where part of me leave and part of me is lost.

 

Up air, where part of me stays, in heaven I can see his face in peace.

 

Mostly when your love one died you begin to think all of the things you could have done,

 

could have said. But your mind will stir that way and your soul will be trouble by this

 

And the tears of your face will fall down earth; well cries go up air where the angels in heaven 

 

can heed. Not that you’re making a ruckus to those who are in a long, deep sleep, but the grim of 

 

your cry leave the atmosphere eerie. And we wonder about the maggot, eaten bodies down earth 

 

If they do , don’t you think we should make our self pretty. Why not dress in black, it may be 

 

early in the month because our love one die with the young breath of June, yet we are chill to the 

 

bone down earth , wonder if our love ones will forever feel the young sun’s embrace up air.

 

 ,do they visit the living or look from up air.