That death's got the final word, it's laughing at him.
Another man sees that same bird, feels the glory, feels something smiling through it.
I remember my mother when she was dyin', looked all shrunk up and gray.
I asked her if she was afraid.
She just shook her head.
I was afraid to touch the death I seen in her.
I couldn't find nothin' beautiful or uplifting about her goin' back to God.
I heard of people talk about immortality, but I ain't seen it.
I wondered how it'd be like when I died, what it'd be like to know this breath now was the last one you was ever gonna draw.
I just hope I can meet it the same way she did, with the same... calm.
Cause that's where it's hidden
- the immortality I hadn't seen.
We were a family.
How'd it break up and come apart, so that now we're turned against each other?
Each standing in the other's light.
What's keepin' us from reaching out, touching the glory?
How did we lose all the good that was given us?
Let it slip away.
Scattered it,
careless.
This great evil, where does it come from?
How'd it steal into the world?
What seed, what root did it grow from?
Who's doin' this?
Who's killin' us, robbing us of life and light?
Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known.
Does our ruin benefit the earth?
Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine?
Is this darkness in you, too?
Have you passed to this night?
Maybe all men got one big soul everybody's a part of; all faces are the same man.
Everyone lookin' for salvation by himself. Each like a coal thrown from the fire.
- Private Witt, The Thin Red Line
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