Why must we always reject the end?
We fight on and on, and far past our time, we refuse the light and mercy.
Instead we grit our teeth, swallow our screams, and walk forwards,
In these well used roads of life, of hopes and dreams, but most of all,
Of death. Yet we ignore that,
And focus on the here,
On the now,
And forgot the then,
The eventually.
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We are called from the heavens.
Our names shouted from above, we push away
The warm hands ready to make us welcome,
And we brace ourselves, before walking outside
Into the cold.
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A crossroads,
Diverging paths.
Heaven or the hell of now?
Yet still, we go on.
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If life is a giant tree,
We all climb upwards for no reason at all.
Falling down, we grab desperately onto twigs and branches,
Finally stopping ourselves.
Then, we climb up further.
When we reach the top, only then are we ready to let go,
To fall back with our eyes closed, feel the wind in our hair,
And enjoy the free-fall, enjoy the air rushing near us, and enjoy
The sun warming us, as we plummet down.
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Oh, why must we go on?
Why must we travel further more on these paths?
Why must we reject death?
Why must we always climb this tree of life,
Or die trying,
Die... trying to live.
Oh, why must we go on?
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