Point Where The Worlds Collide

Coffins and grave yard signs.
Ominous directions.
Below the grass outside,
There holds a never ending ride.
Where do souls go to hide after deportation?
Above the sky outside - universal place to go.

Go unto the sight, in which, there lies a new beginning.
Sad goodbyes you know, but still goodbye.
Point where the worlds collide.
Goodnight, goodbye.