If life was to ever alter
If the sun was to one day stop rising
If the birds were to one day stop flying
Souls would start dying
No one is prepared for the end
And we never knew that our lives were at the beginning
Expect the unexpected
At your young tender age
We are so close but yet so far away from our graves
And if death calls, we shall not be afraid
One day we are going to wake up and progression is going to be made
The storm of life is never late
We can only anticipate
While moving on this chest-board that is earth
Until we return back to the dirt
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
If life was to ever alter
If the sun was to one day stop rising
If the birds were to one day stop flying
Souls would start dying
No one is prepared for the end
And we never knew that our lives were at the beginning
Expect the unexpected
At your young tender age
We are so close but yet so far away from our graves
And if death calls, we shall not be afraid
One day we are going to wake up and progression is going to be made
The storm of life is never late
We can only anticipate
While moving on this chest-board that is earth
Until we return back to the dirt
Life is a game of chest
