We come and we go
The earth still revolves
We are born and fated to grow
A puzzle only the grave solves

Boys grow into men
Girls become women
Treading a precarious line
No one ever makes it to the other loop fine

Birth and dead lie juxtapose
Like opposite pages of a book
The left opens the read, the right brings it to a close
Born, we strive to survive but death is all we Brook

The sun always dies
So the moon may rise
Life's but a beautifully designed craft.
Learn, love and live for we are like to the wind mere shaft.