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 surpa*s 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?