a tear of a dead soul:

The gates to heaven are now open, who will be the ones to pass them by?
The gates to hell are also open, who will be the ones to burn in flames? Who will be the ones to make mistakes?
Who will be the people to watch their ashes on the sky, don’t knowing who they are, doesn’t know what is their crime.
The gates to heaven are now open; I know I won't be the one to pass them by.
I am not pure and holy, but I am also not a murderer.
I made mistakes in my short life. I'm not proud of what I had done.
I won't be the one to stand aside, while I see their ashes on the sky.
I will stand up for the people who burn- they didn’t have the chance to show themselves.
And there is one person who accept his fate, in contrast to his human nature this is his story:

The gates to heaven are now open, but I will be the one on flames. Reasons for hell are the only ones I have, and I'm going to burn to ashes.
In the blue sky my soul is floating, looking for another soul.
And here is another white figure surfing in the air, looking on the ground on a grave yard, with a sorrow and grief inside her eyes.
Lightning strikes. I hear the thunder, and the whistle of the wind.
Birds are flying towards me, doesn't know that I'm actually there, and the people below see me as air.
I look through people thoughts, through people minds. Through their needs and wishes.
Through their eyes I see the world, through their nose I smell it, and through their mouth I taste its beauty, grieving for my lost.
Now I know how you feel like, when life is passes you by.
you look for reasons to live, reasons to laugh, but first you need a life, and that is something I no longer have.