Born to die

Time plays the music in this ruthless lullaby 

Just no way around it

We were born to die

You’ll never know the minute

Can't predict the hour

Time is a peculiar thing

It’s taste is often sour

A new life comes into this world each moment of the day

Death becomes it's opposite, precisely in that way

You won’t know when your time is up, it’s left not up to you

If in fact your time is up there’s nothing you can do

Times a thing we borrow

All will face an ending

Toward the finish line of life

a new life's always pending

Constantly in cycles

Where here and then we’re gone

There are those who speculate the soul lives on and on

If there’s any truth to this then spirit lives forever

If Heaven really does exist, one day we'll be together 

Time plays the music in this ruthless lullaby 

There's just no way around it

We all were born to die

Louis D’Alto