I’m here now
Tomorrow I don’t know
It feels stupid
The idea of being scared
of something you can’t control
But still it’s the most common fear
In every human being standing in the Earth
The cruel nature of the uncertainness
You spend every minute in your life
Getting ready for the end of it
Stress in everyday life
Doesn’t let us see the beauty around us
Spending time with people you love,
Being hold endlessly by a mother,
Sharing personal jokes with dad,
Watching “The Sound of Music” once more
Looking at his face until I can’t forget any detail
Listening the playful laugh of your nephew
At the end of the day
What is really important is
What makes you feel so alive
You think you’ll live eternally
But the truth is death is going to catch you
You don’t have the privilege or curse to know when
Just live well, just live
Death doesn't barter, it bares no remorse.
Death doesn't falter it's matter of course.
It bares no false whiteness, makes no mistakes
It never brings back whatever it takes.
It gives no warning of it's arrival
Death has no match, It hasn't a rival.
Death isn't gracious, courageous, or kind
Death isn't pleasing, it's rebuked and maligned.
Death has no lover, no friend of it's own
Except what it favors, mans flesh and bone.
Deaths seldom wanted, except by the few
who open their arms, and bid life adieu.
Death can't give back, it keeps all it's winnings
Is it the end, or just the beginning?
Loving you, I know, is the hardest thing to do
With all those riddles we say that we don't have a clue
Despite the questions and puzzles that we can't solve
Still I come running back to you when the night turns cold.
Loving you is like jumping off a cliff
Too dangerous with uncertainness and what ifs
So many questions, so many untold doubts
Without knowing what this is all about.
Loving you is like swimming in the middle of the sea
Without knowing if there is an island to see
Not knowing what is going to happen tomorrow
Will I be in happiness or in deep sorrow?
Loving you is like playing a broken guitar
I don't know how it'll end or even how to start
I don't know what's going to happen to its melody
But I don't care as long as you are with me.
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