Lyrics
I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before
I contemplate diminishing visions that are now less vivid than previously experienced.
Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall
I recall the faces surrounding me and the clock hanging on my wall.
My loved-ones stand in mourning but the china timepiece laughs
My loved ones mourn, yet a china clock, seemingly indifferent, laughs as it ticks off seconds, acknowledging the transience of all things.
As it counts away the seconds (it knows all things must pass...)
The clock acknowledges the inevitability of passing time.
From darkness into light
Transitioning from darkness to light, metaphorically symbolizing a journey or transformation.
Still in my mind but out of sight
The memories linger in my mind but are no longer visible.
No longer held by space and time
I am no longer constrained by the concepts of space and time.
I cross the fine dividing line...
I cross the delicate boundary separating different states or dimensions.
That separates the dear departed from their final breath
Refers to the moment when loved ones pass away and take their final breath.
The moment when my weary soul is born again in death
The point at which the weary soul experiences rebirth through death.
No longer flesh my carnal cage can keep me here no more
The physical body, no longer relevant, cannot confine me any further.
I leave my cell of shadows for a brighter room next door
I depart from the confinement of my shadow-filled existence to embrace a brighter realm.
I fracture the shell of this solitary hell
I break free from the isolation and misery of my current state.
Embrace the unknown as my friend
I welcome the unknown as a companion.
Mortal barriers falling (the white light is calling)
Mortal barriers crumble as a beckoning white light signals a calling.
This wheel of life spins without end
The cyclical nature of life persists, with the wheel of life spinning endlessly.
So up from the ashes a phoenix I rise
Emerging from challenges, I rise like a phoenix from the ashes.
On a cord of fine silver my tired spirit flies
My spirit, weary from the journey, ascends on a delicate silver thread.
To a 'quickening' fetus (the new infant cries)
A new life begins, symbolized by the cry of a 'quickening' fetus.
A bright spark ignites with each old flame that dies
With each ending, a new beginning ignites, representing the perpetual cycle of life.
The cycle continues - incarnate once more
The cycle continues, and I am reincarnated once more.
I embark on a journey I've traveled before
I undertake a familiar journey that I have experienced in past lives.
I separate the dear departed from their final breath
I repeat the separation of the departed from their final breath.
The moment when your weary soul is born again in death
The weary soul undergoes rebirth through death, not confined by the physical body.
No longer flesh your carnal cage can keep you here no more
Your physical body can no longer restrain you; you leave the shadow-filled confinement for a brighter existence.
You leave your cell of shadows for a brighter room next door
You, like me, depart from the confinement of shadows, moving towards a brighter existence in the next realm.
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