• Between heaven and earth
    We are doomed since our birth.
    Death cares not of good deeds,
    Just picks lives like dead weeds.

    Leaving torn loves ones behind
    To scramble and find
    That there's no chance of rescue
    Despite all we may cling to.

    No earthly possessions will heal
    The hole from the loss that we feel.
    Something will always be gone
    From my live that now seems so wrong.

    Before I've questioned why.
    "Why must the best ones die?!"
    But now I realize that I'll never know
    Why fate always strikes so low.

    Why the unjust can live long lives
    Whilst sitting in jail making knives,
    But the righteous seem to leave quickly,
    Or end up bedridden and sickly.

    This pattern we will never understand.
    This mysterious scheme which is so grand.
    Hidden away in Fate's life-loom
    Chosen for us whilst still in the womb.

    None can escape this uncanny death sentence,
    Only live day by day in passive suspense
    Knowing that one day, even if we aren't prepared,
    The end of our lives may be unfairly declared.