Knowing Dying is Not Ending

On a new moon night I feel alone,
Heart as heavy as a stone,
But you shine brighter than any star,
When I have seen you from afar.
Is it true that you healed the blind?
Once long ago...
I am wondering can you heal me?
I am wondering can you see  me?
Maybe even free me,
And, steal away each fleeting thought of dying,
Knowing dying is not ending,
Knowing dying is not ending...