It's like, I've had this epiphany --
Everything is clear.
About the dead, the empty, the spent.
About our greatest fear.
We walk through this world,
Facing struggles every next day.
But for what? For who?
Just to "Live life the proper way"?
Well, here's what I figure,
About us - the going, and them - the gone.
I figure we just exist.
And these opinions of what's right and what's wrong?
They are words spoke in an attempt,
To give others a reason to cope.
So that when they think of their lost loved ones.
They can smile, and they can hope.
Why can it not be,
That we just are what we are?
And that we let each life,
Burn as brightly as every star?
Living in the present, and not in the past.
For a day where you do not stand proud and tall -
A day where you do not smile, or a day when you feel small -
Is a day not worth living at all.
