Higher Shore

Upon that day when comes the final reaping
And souls rise up to cross the higher shore
We'll look upon the land of all the living
And wonder at the worries of before.
Is there a place for pride in all this gleaming?
For honors won or plaudits laid in store?
Were we alive or were we only dreaming
In all that shadow dance which is no more?


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