Still Stand

Our lifes so yound
and still we complain
that death is soon to come.

Our lifes are fun
but still lived in vain
from death i still shall run.

From trip to fall
from strain to break
this ache that pains me so

the thought that calls
and aims to make
my life so utterly cold

And when i die
It seems to me
I think I thought I could.

but still i try
in this thought not dream
to stand for what i stood..