It's my belief
that life lives
until the end
only death gives
sweet release

The pain is constant
like the sun
and the stars
we weren't meant
to bear such scars
no ... it isn't fair
that we must share
this heavy care
it will not decrease
there can be no
sweet relief

It's only when
and only then
we will see
why it came to be
and we will know
where we were
where we must go
to finally find
sweet peace

I am not wrong
we must go on
must exist
must be strong
we must persist
we are not alone
we can carry
this great stone
until our lives
sweetly cease
Experience is a brutal teacher.