You transcended to a place,
of which I do not know, and I stand here alone,
and I wonder do you look back at your old life,
and do you look down from the heavens up above,
upon those down below,
and do you miss people that you used to know,
and do you have a new life,
and do you have new relationships?
Do you have memories from the earth,
or are the old ones fresh and clean,
fresh and clean and as white as snow?