no matter at birth born peasant or king you will meet the end in time they will sing the young child of man immortally strong shining vividly but will it be long the lifeglass of all it cant be unturned everlasting prime will only be yearned and not before long you will start to decline and age takes its toll now heed fall in line inhale so deep breathe in the life you cling to desperately anguish building up inside you trying so hard to be strong darkness lifting eyes are clearer feeling lighter marching on inhale so deep breathe in exhale the life you hold so dear