We make gods from our deepest fears,
Figures of strength to dry our tears.
But when death comes, quiet and near,
No god can stand, no myth can cheer.
Our stories are made to ease our mind,
Shaped by the past, they try to bind.
But when truth comes, clear and bright,
All the myths fall, all gods take flight.
The power we give to these names,
Falls apart when death calls our names.
In its wake, only what’s real,
Stands before us, no force to conceal.
In silence, truth will always stay,
No god, no myth, no guide to sway.
Just the fact, no mask or veil,
Witnessed as death sets its sail.
Figures of strength to dry our tears.
But when death comes, quiet and near,
No god can stand, no myth can cheer.
Our stories are made to ease our mind,
Shaped by the past, they try to bind.
But when truth comes, clear and bright,
All the myths fall, all gods take flight.
The power we give to these names,
Falls apart when death calls our names.
In its wake, only what’s real,
Stands before us, no force to conceal.
In silence, truth will always stay,
No god, no myth, no guide to sway.
Just the fact, no mask or veil,
Witnessed as death sets its sail.