We who have been confounded by the fear of death
So we might not see the full meaning of life
As we possess our lives as if the sun would not set
As if it will always be day and there is no night
We who cannot accept that that there is always a limit
A beginning and an end of all our days in the sun
That’s is why in fear we live we possess everything in it
The moments of our lives slowly waste until there’s none.
This cloud of fear and unacceptance of death keeps us
In ignorance and selfishness til we drown inside of us.
We think we are living life but we are living deaths.
We cannot celebrate freedom if in life we are bereft.
But what really is death but the merging of air and our breath
To unite with the Cosmos fully and to celebrate eternity
What really is life but the realization of our death
And let our borrowed moments reach infinity
