People die every day,
Going for a quick stroll,
Driving down the toll.
Fighting for freedom,
Chasing the high of a heavenly kingdom.
Alone with a gun to their head,
Surrounded in a hospital bed.
But not us,
After all, who would keep on living.
The spectators,
Listening to eulogies,
Lying about their character,
Living.
You and I, we can’t die, it’s not possible.
Until it is.