At the cry of a new born
You will only learn later—life is hard
No cowards are amongst humans
Still brave enough to walk this earth

I lament on my time,
A passive youth and often pointless dreams
As we all live as shadows;
Our temporary bodies tenting our souls
The sun will always set,
Life will end in that body's inevitable descent
And our beautiful awakening will be our souls
To rise again in the end

At the cry of one's death,
I shall only cry tears of joy