To live is to lose, and to lose is to live
And on our dying day we’ll have nothing to give
But our hearts and our souls to the dirt for they rot
Upon Cemetery hill, on that lonely little plot.
Perchance we partake in the never ending dream
Entranced by the life we hoped it could be.
In a world where hate no longer resides
In a life where my own anger finally subsides.
To the people, I must warn you, who stand idly by
I hope you can see with more than your eyes
For happiness, my friend, is not measured by things
But by the quality of life, and love that it brings!
So here I sit upon Cemetery hill
Watching the passersby bicker at will
Waiting for my time to finish the plot;
I’ll just be happy with the life that I’ve got.