Just like a rose that blooms yet withers away,
we are here to live, not here to stay.
We need to learn to love, forget how to hate
and free ourselves from a terrible fate.
We are here today, yet gone tomorrow,
leave estray all doubt and sorrow.
Soon we'll be gone, some damned for Hell,
stand firm on the Rock, and all will be well.
We need to wake and open our eyes,
so that we may see through all our lies.
Life is fragile, though it ends unexpectedly.
So why do we still see blindly?
We are only here today; we'll be gone tomorrow,
for this is the way we should all follow.