We come into the world with tiny fists as if to say "I want it all."
After a life of groping we leave this world with our palms open,
As if to say, "Look, I came with nothing and I take nothing with me."
On this side of death, those with the biggest fists get the most.
On the other side of death, my friend, I'm afraid it's a different story.
Your life is a small bit of time, with an eternity in front and behind.
We don't really live here. We are only passing through the "now."
Tonight, when you look up at the brilliant stars over your head,
Imagine that in Heaven the stars will be beneath your feet.
Can I explain to myself how I came to be in this mad world?
I will leave the same way that I entered, crying and empty handed.
I close my eyes and surrender myself to Almighty God, in the hope
That when my eyes are finally opened, I'll find myself in Heaven.