What is life?
As time goes on, we think of life
Like a stream of water or a vast peice of land.
Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
Its slow as it moves, like the clouds in the sky.
Taking form by the winds that shape them.
When we are old,
we're wiser and bold courageous in the challenges we face
Through times of happy and sad, and through the good and bad
We cherish every little moment
Our laughs and cries our joys and sighs
All must come to an end
So don't throw it away
As its something to save keep it before you end up alone
and cold in your grave.