The Innocence and the Afterlife
from The Storyteller's SuitcaseThis is my true life story
Of karma and coincidence
Of the afterlife and innocence
Of a child and my father's ghost
My father slipped into
The sweet forever after
Surrounded by tears and laughter
He stepped into the great unknown
Into the afterlife
The mysterious afterlife
On the long train ride home
I was an orphan in the twilight
Praying that by daylight
I could speak to my father's ghost
But no one came
Who shared my name
Till my daughter
With her 5-year-old eyes
She asked me,
“Where did Papa go when he died?"
Oh, the innocence
The mysterious afterlife
I said, "Honey, some people believe
That when you die
You go to Heaven
There are angels there awaiting
There will be family with open arms
Still others believe
We are nothing more than stardust
We are coincidence
And to stardust we return
But the Buddhists believe
You can build a life of good karma
The afterlife won't harm you
You can come back as a living thing
Like a bird that sings
Flying into the afterlife”
So my daughter says to me,
“Well then,
Could I come back as a puppy?"
I say "Yes,
If what the Buddhists say is true".
But then her voice changed
And the tears came
She said, "If I came back as a puppy,
Would I belong to you?"
Oh, the innocence.....
Karma and coincidence
The afterlife
The innocence
The afterlife
The innocence