Nothing lasts forever
So why are we running away from death?
Knowing that one day we will be catch up by time

why are we so afraid to admit the truth?
That everything has an end

Those who died yesterday
Thought they would live today
So why should we be an exception?

Sometimes i'm asking my self what could we take to the grave
And then i realize there is no difference between the poor and the rich

Will there be any lawyer to justifie our acts?
Once we will plunge into the darkness

We have a limited time in this world
Why don't we use it to make a better place?

A place where children would smile
And where the elders woudn't cry
A place where life grows like a wild plant