No sign, No hope of bieng alive
No residual trace
Of this life would revive.
Survival was hard to embrace
But, death could not replace
The soul, which was still united
To a body, life was never invited.
It was a fact but more a choice,
Which echoed in a soundless voice
An account of a journey,
Where soul unites with the peace
And body, deep down in the earth cease.