As time passed by,
the current of death came by,
i had to see the dear ones die,
and had to wave them bye,
i looked at the sky,
and started to cry,
also to wonder why,
and when will i die,
i decided not to lie,
never to be sly,
for one day i'll also die,
and my body will lye,
under the soil some eyes might cry,
on me and later die,
that's the circle of life for everyone will die,
except for god the creator of i.
