1

Is there life before death

Or just eating and fucking?

Putting effort and time

Into staying good-looking?

Chasing power and glory

And money and gold

To hold on to youth

And never get old.

2

Is there life before death, tell me where I should look

In nature  or poetry or a holy book?

Find my own song, become one with the beat

With strength and commitment stay light on my feet

Believing in love, keep my partner in hold

Trust in the process the dance will unfold

Holding my frame, maintain a strong core

And use every inch of the ballroom floor

Move only when moved by the stillness within

Allowing the joy to come bubbling in.

Is there life before death? Perhaps, yes, on occasion

But dancing with shadows has been my persuasion.