It’s hard to know What a life will mean Mid sentence
Choices made Driven by the times Unchosen
It’s no game But someone loses Every time
And so we love To show the other We’re the same
In the end You tried your best So did I
Who knows how history will recall this time? We cowrite this story in real time, set out with intention. Everyone knows that life ends with death. Still we wait with bated breath, hands shaking with trepidation over how it all ends.