Do What You Can - Art Of Dying

There’ll come a time when all of us must leave here

Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you

As nothing in this life that I’ve been trying

Could equal or surpass the art of dying

Do you believe me?

There’ll come a time when all your hopes are fading

When things that seemed so very plain

Become an awful pain

Searching for the truth among the lying

And answered when you’ve learned the art of dying

But you’re still with me But if you want it Then you must find it But when you have it There’ll be no need for it There’ll come a time when most of us return here

Brought back by our desire to be

A perfect entity

Living through a million years of crying

Until you’ve realized the Art of Dying

Do you believe me?