The thought of my mortality hurts me.
Because I see too much beauty
Feel to much love for life
See so much potential
and strength
through common
struggle and strife
How we can
toughen our hide
fall, rise
hands high
reaching for light
the power of believing
the power  that comes with hope
how sometimes we are lost
yet always find ways to our soul
we symbollically die in our lives
through time
numerous times
yet we rise, reborn
sometimes reformed
but miraculously
always stronger than before
how we build ourselves
on rocky shaky foundations
sometimes breaking
from crumbs of dust and stone
we will rebuild
the power that hides within us
are the stars in the sky
up high in my inner world