We are born and start to die,
And in between we barely terry;
The earth spins and another day goes by.
We fill our days from start to nigh;
We build burdens we cannot carry;
We are born and start to die.
Our days grow quicker, rushing by,
And even of this we are not wary;
The earth spins and another day goes by.
We see the sun, and birds that fly,
But in our own thoughts, ourselves we bury;
We are born and start to die.
We see the moon, large and high,
But even the darkness is not scary;
The earth spins and another day goes by.
We are so lost, and wonder why;
Our life goes by on a passing ferry;
We are born and start to die;
The earth spins and another day goes by.