Walking through life’s hallowed halls
Fighting death’s ghastly pall
Why is it that we go through so much strife?
When we did not in fact choose life?
Is it in search of treasure? To do our best?
And if we should fail humanity’s test?
Are we like unto stars and comets? We burn brightly then we die?
Or is there something for which we should actually try?
I do not know why I was brought
In this dark world of sinful thought
I had no choice at my first breath let me decide at least my death