The Soul Has Wings To Fly

Don't talk to me of Heaven or don't talk to me of Hell I only know the body for the soul is a shell And the way we appear to others is beyond our control For an ugly looking person may have a beautiful soul. About the supposed hereafter can anyone truly say This theory seems simplistic or so 'twould seem that way And whether we are buried or our bones to ash will burn We are a part of Nature and to her we will return. The soul lives on forever but in what form i would not know And within every enlightened soul the light of beauty glow And though with our blood brothers and sisters we share similar d n a Scientists only speak of the body when they speak in such a way. Within a lifeless body a soul not to be found Perhaps it's out there in the atmosphere somewhere floating around Waiting for another body i believe the soul does never die The soul lives on forever and the soul has wings to fly.