No matter at birth
Born peasant or king
You will meet your end
In time they will sing
The young child of man
Immortally strong
Shining vividly
But will it be long?
The lifeglass of all
It can't be unturned
Everlasting prime
Will only be yearned
And before long you
Will start to decline
And age takes its toll
Now heed, (and) fall in line
Inhale
So deep
Breathe in
The life
You cling to desperately
Anguish building up inside you
Trying so hard to be strong
Darkness lifting - Eyes are clearer
Feeling lighter - Marching on
Inhale
So deep
Breathe in
Exhale
The life you hold so dear

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