On the last day,
When I die,
I will not curse,
or ask you why

I’ll simply trust,
in what you do,
close my eyes,
and rest anew

You save your money,
protect your children,
and write for future generations

You care for peace,
and human rights,
you pay for cleaner air and less pollution

You aim for kindness,
and strength in spirit,
you try to lie only when you have to

You strife for meaning,
laughter and purpose,
you’d spend your day spreading love and kindess

And still you die in the end

The struggle to go on,
Go on and on,
I try to understand,
What I do when I win,
So I can do it again,
What I do when I lose,
So finally I might choose.

The urge to learn success,
Go on and on,
I grab my collection of burn-marks,
And burn,
Yet I can’t see the fire,
You try to teach a blind man paint,
I wish it wouldn’t be so much pain.

The need to explore all,
Go on and on,
I turn every stone in my way,
I don’t know how many bugs I slay,
I can’t hear them cry,
I can’t see them bleed,
I only know greed.

The pain in survival,
Go on and on,
Until you can’t go any further,
And when you leave the burden,
You leave life,
You leave mind,
All is left behind.