Scars will heal and dust will clear
Is there meaning in this to fear
Accidents happen every day
The bodies only left to decay
Life is short and still we hide
And to ourselves we still lie
If you knew when you pass
Would you live and have a blast
Or would you sit there zombie like
Afraid of the big biker dike
It takes almost dying to see
Only then are you really free
What would you do then
What will you do when
You live in fear of dying
Love without fear of lying
What would you go after
Would you appreciate laughter
It takes almost dying
To realize this life is lying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem