In all our lives there is a time
When death seems to be the only answer
In both your life and mine
There must have been our time
When we asked for our lives
To be taken away
We thought that we could never go on
Living our lives this way
For every one, life goes through this
And we go our separate ways.
Some of us die, and some of us live
There are those who grieve over the dead
And those who couldn't care less
There are those who die, because of the first death
And the never-ending circle starts again...
