I stood alone without a dream in my heart.
Calmly asking myself, what is the purpose of life?
Am I destined to be a great mystery?
Or this world’s next hero…
Things change,
What a dear woman cried before her last breath
For years have I thought of the true meaning
And till that cold whistling morning did I have my answer
Life as we know it, is like the blue moon
Faded dreams do pass, but many images appear
The purpose of life is,
Continuance
To be able to love for years to come.
To have hatred fill the soul of the depressed.
To envy the man who gets the job.
To tuck a child in at night,
With a final kiss upon the cheek
Until the morning comes due,
…but life
Will always go on