To die a death so simply;
What a wondrous thing to do.
A chorus and its symphony;
Performing beauty so blue.
To feel the shock and feel the pain,
The ache among your limbs.
To leave the stress and leave the strain,
The void in which you’re in.
But to wander among the sunlight,
To feel the calm of the storm,
To live and have it feel right,
Overcomes death and all of its forms.