For whose compassion you die everday?
born to glory as you pass away.
why feign mortal? when you
phoneix-like rise, in the hearts of all
the wealthy, the poor, the wise.
for whose awe you dance around?
to earn reverevnce posthumously found.
ephemeral we are, in a wink will die
leaving your search for eternal abode
as fresh as old you’ll be then by.
mighty you are who’ll see us millions sigh
but will not move an inch
the stony heart that lie
why you be like us?
mocking your breath that never shies
why walk with us?
when with us you can’t die.
Is the journey too long?
Is too long the journey to eternity.