we are the hosts of our souls

We are the hosts of our souls

We feed them to live for the duration

While they are there to help us grow

Learning and experimenting in our lives

When the time comes for them to go

The souls will leave the hosts

There we will become the empty shells

In no time our bodies will decay and die

We may think we have a place to go

It is our souls who will travel far ahead

Carrying with them our deeds of good and bad

What will happen we will never get to know

Our bodies become ashes

Leaving its mark on the ground

Return to the cycle for another to grow

Some will say and believe

Our souls will go to heaven or hell

We will never know

Nobody has returned to make the tale

We are as dead as the ashes

For we are the hosts to our souls

We will become nothing

When our part have been fulfilled