It's Either Heaven or Hell

Almost as relieving as being untied from concrete
They cut these ropes from our feet
Only to be chained to steel after shortly
Being freed from your ties that bind

And figuring out how to focus
On something other than time
Is the hardest task of them all
Standing the spring and summer
Long enough for the sweet relief of fall

And then the dirt hits my face
I'm being preserved in this place
Locked in this earth, its almost an honor
2 months till her birth, I was almost a father
They took my love to a bath, and held her under
Loving the lightning, but now facing the thunder
No one deserves an ending like this
Especially my wife, sweating the dirt off my lips
But soon, very soon, my air will run out
We'll either float up or descend to the south