Why were we put here?

Why are we here
To live and die
Or is there more
to life than this?

There has to be more
Or so I've been told
I don't want to get sick,
die or grow old

I want to be here
The earth a beautiful paradise
Feel the sun on my skin
No crime, sickness, death

I feel that it is possible
If I have faith
I can play with a lion
And not be afraid

There will be no death
We'll be together forever
I can travel the whole world
And live forever

In a Beautiful Paradise
Under the Sun.