We live alone,
We die in vain,
We live with scourn
And become insane.

We live with lust,
We die with envie,
To thrive we must,
Our existence is heavy,

We all must feed,
We all must drink,
Dangers we heed,
Or in cold death we sink.

We birth in pain,
We die in sadness,
We remain sane,
Or sink in madness.

We cheat and lie,
And we take advantage
We kill and sigh,
By the ways of a savage.

But

We dream and hope,
And carry on still,
Our stuggle's scope
Depends only on this will

We protect and love
And admire and cherrish
And feel all of the above
Untill we all parish.