Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
life is a circle and so we must.
Keep moving forward baggage in hand,
tread ever softly on shifting sand.

Soar on the wind turbulent and cruel,
at times the wiseman sometimes the fool.
Journey began, we wimpered and wailed,
creations of God who's son was impaled.

Traveling afar by leaps and by bounds,
time moves forward, circle goes around.
Once you pass go you may not turn back,
day's end of blue skies always turn black.

Collect treasures at each stage of life,
fill heart and mind with joy and strife.
Beginning to end having one goal,
living right not wrong to save your soul.

Everyone's journey comes to an end,
where you wind up, well that will depend.
How you live life determines your fate,
our choices are Hell or Heaven's gate.