• Live and die,
    or just exist
    grow old with age
    in all you missed

    Life is a road
    of journey,
    not of time

    You reach the end,
    where you will die,
    where all has stopped
    and you kneel to cry,
    you look back,
    at all those
    long spent years
    your tie is done
    and here come the tears

    There's another,
    in a valley, far behind,
    in a place, so beautiful
    but not so kind

    Their trail
    cuts up mountains,
    through deep river beds,
    you thought once
    they'd lost their heads,
    but their body smiles
    and now you see

    Young and dead
    from all the miles
    that they did tread

    In the sun, their faces baked,
    yet they have won
    when their muscles ached

    They've tripped and fallen,
    and perhaps they've sinned,
    yet, at the end of days
    their corpse grinned