I choose in my heart to live, to live a thousand years unending, as generations grow and wither like leaf, in nature's vigour to live unchanging. And though the world may develop and change, I choose to bear witness to the metamorphosis, to be there as it advances in age, against all odds and mitigating forces. Oh! Odds and mitigating forces, possibility of presence as the world bleeds, witnessing the aftermath of wrong choices, wars, famine, plagues, murders, monstrous deeds. I choose to live more than thousand years, amidst all the sorrow, agony and painful tears, yes, I may live through man's depressing wickedness, I choose in my heart to live nonetheless.