Staring off, into a burning sun setting
My eyes go blind, as I start forgetting
The beauty we have within our hands
The life of each child, a grand plan
A pondering the creation of the world
Wondering upon damnation's turn
Asking who are we, why are we here
Why do we lose all who draw near?
If life is short in the concept of ever
Why is the cord so quickly severed
What did we do to deserve this place
Why does life turn gray from decay
Time steals our youth, but is it like wine
Cultivated, and as we age, more divine
Let us raise a glass, and toast
For we have become the chosen
If a soul is found alive
We have survived
