Whilst waking from sleep,
I had a thought,
Why do we live,
For what we've sought,

Is it 'cause we wish,
For what we lack,
The power to love,
And then strike back?

Is it 'cause we dream,
And find our way,
But wake up and,
We've lost the day?

Or maybe since we,
Know of the loss,
The dying breath,
Of loved ones lost?