Questioning Mortality

So many chances have been given It's simply unbelievable They are nothing more than a blessing Nobody can live forever Almost died before These things that are fought Should you keep on fighting? Are they worth dying for? Now that you've come this far All the answers have been wrong Trying to find the way There is no shortcut You must keep traveling on Feeling like a prisoner Now you are recognizing That death may come What are you willing to die for Would giving in be wrong Now continue without stopping Not believing in destiny You keep moving on There is nothing that is set to be