The thing called life is like a journey,
We always walk toward the end it,
Just like a puzzle, we truly experience every piece we come across.
The things we do in life shows our past,
As we struggle to the life that do not last.
The young all acting, ignoring what awaits them,
Love beats in our heart, which is very true.
Darkness comes to our heart forming hate,
Tearing our soul and heart apart.
We endure pain and agony,
Having guilt and shame also in our heart.
We lust after earthy desires,
We try to seek answer we seek in the mirror,
Finding not but our image.
Now we are weak,
We make our final move with so much love,
Realizing we have a long destination above.