Birth and Death Are Sisters

The hardest part is to know
 That you will always be
 Completely alone, locked up inside yourself
 The next-hardest thing is to understand
 That it is true
 For your loved ones too
 Birth and Death are sisters, I think
 And life is when they're holding hands
 And they live and they play in me
 And they weep and they die with me
 You hold my hand but we're so far
 Hidden away in some cerebral cell
 Where the space between the stars
 Are even greater than
 The one in the black,
 Black sky
 Birth and Death are sisters, I think
 And life is when they are holding hands
 And they live and they play in me
 And they weep and they die with me
 But Mother Nothing
 Calls her daughters back home
 And Father Silence
 Takes his children home
 The double helix in me
 A coiling snake
 A staircase of time
 The history of mine
 And they live and they play in me
 And they weep and they die with me
 But Mother Nothing
 Calls her Daughters back home
 And Father Silence
 Takes his children home
 But Mother Nothing
 Calls her Daughters back home
 And Father Silence takes his children home