Why do we live, love, hate hurt, regret and forgive? Why do we cry and
laugh and eventually die?!
Nothing is in vain but our wiskom has its roots in pain. Though we try to
flee can´t escape this path of destiny. Things we´ve said and done will
remain although we´re dead and gone. That´s the way we go like a river
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to the sea we flow.
We´re balls in a game of forces that cannot be tamed. But we will melt
with the stars and the universe and we´ll go home to the womb of mother