Life is a charming word
it ends at an unknown time
and has a smaller dimension than is supposed
what difference is there between us
except the sorrows we meet?
our life's diary has limited pages...
your's is one grand day,
our's last a few short years.
our bodies meet under the ground
but we are different at the door of death.
only our life dimensions are the same
the rope tying us to life
is as thin as yours
you are obliged to be lost
but we are on an everlasting road
if only our hearts could be as pure as yours!