Some achieve greateness
Some have greateness ****** upon them
Some never achieve greateness
It's not me who said that
But whatever the category they own
They have to live
Though happy or not
Though they are crying out loud
Though they are laughing harder they can
The sun will rise again
A new day will begin
Flowers will bloom
And the nightingale will sing loud
A day of beauty will begin
Can an answer be found
Though the reality is this
People wil bloom like flowers and
Die like fallen flowers
Thouh they live happily
Or though they live sadly