QUESTION

Body my crutch
my burden my shell
what will you do
when I have flown

who will move you
how will you live
what will you be

Body you’re dying
Faster than slower
Not much time left
For you my friend
But I will continue
I will move onward
And you, frail container
will be but a memory

Oh to be free
To not be held down
earthbound when I
can fly heavenward
without my cage.