Confined to the womb, living – yet alone
As we came, so shall we go
To this world we enter, our accounts empty with souls full of hope
We’re small and weak, then we’re big and strong
We’re lonely and afraid, but we become loved and brave
Without direction, without purpose, we find our way
As we came, now we are going – but in reverse, it’s certainly a curse:
Our accounts are empty, the optimism fades
Now are we small and weak, though we were strong
Once we were loved, but now we’re lonely and afraid
Without direction, without purpose, we have lost our way
As we came, so have we gone
Confined to the grave, we die alone
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Confined to the womb, living – yet alone
As we came, so shall we go
To this world we enter, our accounts empty with souls full of hope
We’re small and weak, then we’re big and strong
We’re lonely and afraid, but we become loved and brave
Without direction, without purpose, we find our way
As we came, now we are going – but in reverse, it’s certainly a curse:
Our accounts are empty, the optimism fades
Now are we small and weak, though we were strong
Once we were loved, but now we’re lonely and afraid
Without direction, without purpose, we have lost our way
As we came, so have we gone
Confined to the grave, we die alone
