There is a first day and then, a final day
And a few thousand in between
Life is the name of this game, press ‘play.’
In the game of life, it’s always your choice to lose or win
You started out naked, helpless and ignorant,
And you gurgled and giggled your way out of diapers into childhood
As you grow, know that you’ve been DNA-coded to do something different
Sometimes Life may deal you bad hands, but you’re to play them good
See each day as a small-scale version of your entire life.
As the sun rises, you rise out of bed like you came out of your mom’s womb.
The night falls and you fall right into bed like you’ll fall into your tomb
And you abandon everything to sleep like you’ll do in afterlife.
Between your mom’s womb and your tomb lies your lifetime opportunity
You’ve got to be grateful because someone out there just took their last breath.
Oh, how they’d wish they could atleast do more for this generation and posterity,
But their life has been permanently seized by the unmerciful hand of Death
Someday your journey between her womb and your tomb shall come to an end,
And you’ll finally close your eyes and fall into that eternal sleep,
You’d look back on the golden opportunity of life you had on Earth to spend.
And wonder as you’re lay there to rest, how many people have paused to weep?
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