Final Surrender

When pain conquers the body and leads to death,

The body surrenders with its final breath;

It loosens its hold and quietly allows

The soul to move on beyond earthly vows.

The soul no longer longs for anything here,
No ties, no desires, no shadow of fear;
It walks toward a silence gentle and deep,
Where eternal contentment waits in sleep.

Leaving behind all the bonds once known,
Material dreams that were never its own;
Free from the world it once called its place,
The soul moves onward in quiet grace.