The eyes are opening
Sleep is coming more easily
The eyes also see the sunrise again
Patterns can be learned again
Perhaps relearning is slow
Everything seems so overwhelming
Yet tomorrow has hope
The sun rises without my permission
Tomorrow will come with or without me
Life comes with or without plans
Sometimes the body needs rest
Sometimes the spirit needs its rest
Is the requiem for the dead, or for the living?
Merciful Jesus, grant them rest!
The living are the ones who need rest
Do the dead know how their spirit is to continue?
Life or death, it is tied up with Christ
That is the secret of continuing
Merciful Jesus grant them rest
Merciful Jesus grant us rest