I believe the dead are not lost to us. I believe that they speak to us still. "El Mundo Gira" is Spanish for "the world
turns."
El Mundo Gira
Voices on the wind
The whispers of an unknown
future
Cut short by fate
The world turns
Unaware of those now departed
It has no compassion
But we can recall
Through the blackness of
infinity
Their radiance
Never truly dead
For we still see their faces
On every smiling child