In this my hand I hold the key
To one of life’s old mysteries,
What lies beyond the vale of death,
What happens once we cease our breath

This key eludes the common eye,
It takes upon a truthful lie,
But once we stop and think a bit
Through one small spark, the candles’ lit

We look right past the answer true,
Because, you know, you have it too,
The key is yours and mine, and theirs,
It’s everyone’s, no need to share

The consequence of this great gift
Is truly yours to search and sift,
For once the key has turned the lock,
It ends the ticking of the clock

This key is great, by now you know
And with the person, the answers go.
Cause once the key is turned, you see
No grave will let the answers free

So think before you act my friend,
Do you really want to know the end
Or can you wait for time to tell,
And leave deaths bidding to heav’n or hell