Fly Away

We make do as best we can, don’t we?And when we can’t, it’s over.And that’s it. That’s the story of life.People living, people dying.Some live well and some are lostIn the problems they find along the way.But that’s all they are is problems.And all the problems are connectedTo the little life that’s ours here on this earth,Nothing lasting. Nothing eternal.So long as we can see it that way,So long as when we die, We are not bound to this earthBy a thought that wants to stay,A bone to pick, a price to pay.For myself, I’ll fly away,Just like the old song says.I’ll fly away, oh, glory,I’ll fly away.When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,I'll fly away.