Life before death? 1 and 2
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.
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.