To cope with death...

We as doctors always have to cope with death from time to time ...

Just listen (and NO I am not writing! This is called quoting)

The Otherworld

I am trying to remember the love we had,

my thoughts are shivering and torturing my head.

Years ago back in the past,

only what remains is a name that lasts.

To Otherworld you went away,

you are staying there – hearing me pray.

Our love once gone - but you keep on holding on.

Waiting for me ‘till the day will come, ‘till you will find your long lost son.

I can feel the power of love inside,

tears are rolling which I can’t hide.

I’m yearning for clarity and remembrance,

want to see and feel what we had – but can’t find the entrance.

The entrance into my past,

the entrance to the feelings that last.

So here I stand and open my hand,

holding the key to the otherland.

Years ago back in the past,

only what remains is a name that lasts.

To Otherworld you went away,

you are staying there – hearing me pray...