To Live

Memories of the past
It makes you cry
Pictures of youth
It can hurt you deep inside

Everybody knows we born
Just to die someday
Maybe it has a meaning whem
We are going, going down to the grave

The dying walks silence taking
Your parents, pets and friends away
Tearing hearts without pity
Every night and everyday

Crying
Dying
Lying
Flying

You work, get a marriage and have children
But soon it will be coming your end
People will cry and will miss so much
The life is very, very strange

Your children will get children someday
And will happen the same thing
People bleeding and crying
Drowning in broken dreams

Smiles and words you will never
See no more in your life
You will cry when you remember
Good yestarday's times

Crying
Dying
Lying
Flying