Life

WE'RE BORN IN THIS WORLD, WITHOUT MONEY OR FRIEND,
IN MUCH THE SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END.
DURING OUR TIME, WE'RE NOT ALWAYS RIGHT...
IT'S USUALLY DARK, THERE'S NOT THAT MUCH LIGHT.
WE SQUANDER THE PEACE, TOO OFTEN WE FIGHT,
OF WHAT WE SHOULD VALUE, TOO OFTEN LOSE SIGHT.
WORKING SO HARD, FOR STATUS AND GOLD,
THEN WE GROW FRAIL, AND BITTER, AND OLD.
... AND IN THIS SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END.

WE'RE BORN IN THIS WORLD, WITHOUT MONEY OR FRIEND,
IN MUCH THE SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END.
THE LONGER WE LIVE, THE MORE THAT WE LEARN,
THE KNOWLEDGE WE SEEK, HOW BRIGHT WILL IT BURN?
SOMETIMES WE SEE IT, AND OFTEN WE'RE BLIND,
YET WISDOM IS SPECIAL, WHAT WE ALL TRY TO FIND.
...AND IN THIS SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END.

WE'RE BORN IN THIS WORLD, WITHOUT MONEY OR FRIEND,
IN MUCH THE SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END.
THIS STORY SOUNDS SAD, I KNOW THIS IS TRUE,
LIFE'S NOT SO BAD, YET OFTEN IT'S BLUE.
...AND IN THIS SAME WAY, WE COME TO OUR END

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: November 7, 1999r.