moshiach is coming - i hope

Joyous shouts and calls echo off the empty banisters
halls filled with happiness of the past
phantoms of better days glide through empty passages
harmonizing silently thier empty memories

the theme, black clad mourners
shuffling sadly behind casket of dark mahogany
tears tinkling in soft melody
sad smiles break in a brave baseline

the drum of muffled footsteps
pounding the harsh tempo
with a crash the clear pitched voice of sunlight intrudes
reflecting gayly from polished shoes

pulsing powerful as beautiful tempest; forcing all to see
death's sweet seduction only temporary
life lasts for eternity
all will unite, sheltered by a benovelent hand

borders will break forever
all joining as one
unifying within the divine
filling this plane with otherworldy light