All men sing their song,
In the one lifetime along.
A path full of sorrow and joy,
One starts young as a boy.
When the tides are high,
The heart heaves a sigh.
The night sky full of stars,
but no moon visible.
Fear finds less courage,
as the journey takes a ride.
Subtle melancholy holds grip,
No hope of the merry trip.
Silence becomes an inevitable part,
Laughter is a distant art.
So vague the life becomes,
No target to overcome.
Dream becomes nightmare,
No game of tortoise & hare.
