You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly I don’t care,
Each of us dresses our own cape,
But to this world we are born bare.
Some have tried the cloak of glory,
Some have dressed the face of shame,
Some have died, but live forever,
While others live without a name.
You ask me: Why do we live?
And honestly it does not matter,
Each of us has our own convictions,
But in this world, they often shatter.
Some have dared to reach the sky,
Some have stood strong on their ground,
Some have swam beyond their dreams,
While others dreams were being drowned.
What really matters is not why we live our life,
It is how we live our “WHY”,
What really matters is to make the seconds count,
Before the time passes by.
