Are We Truly Alive?
Good question..
Are we truly alive?
Do we really breathe air?
Or is it our imagination
And death is a dare?
Birth is the beginning of death
Counting down. Tick. Tick.
He watches over our heads
Choosing who to pick.
We can go early or late
We can go young or old
We can go in a dream
Or so I'm told?
Life is a gift
Death is a choice
Treat both the same
Listen to death's voice
Do we really breathe air?
Or is it our imagination
And death is a dare?
Birth is the beginning of death
Counting down. Tick. Tick.
He watches over our heads
Choosing who to pick.
We can go early or late
We can go young or old
We can go in a dream
Or so I'm told?
Life is a gift
Death is a choice
Treat both the same
Listen to death's voice
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