Is there a life beyond death’s horizon?
Is there a land the gifted can see?
Can it be that death is only disguising,
hiding the truth that sets people free.
Where are the friends who once walked beside us?
Have they, like flowers, faded and gone?
Are they still near us, can they still hear us,
share in our sorrow, join in our song.
Love is a bond that death cannot sever,
Life is a river that never runs dry.
We are immortal, living forever, living forever,
never to die.
Is there a life beyond death’s horizon?
Is there a land the gifted can see?
Can it be that death is only disguising,
hiding the truth that sets people free.
Where are the friends who once walked beside us?
Have they, like flowers, faded and gone?
Are they still near us, can they still hear us,
share in our sorrow, join in our song.
Love is a bond that death cannot sever,
Life is a river that never runs dry.
We are immortal, living forever, living forever,
never to die.
These words were written by Chic Lowson, Auckland.