Is it that we die our death while still alive?
When we bicker and fight day and night
We rob ourselves the life of the free,
We rob ourselves the life we want to see.
The fruits we sow, those are what we reap
No one can help us with
Happiness nor misery.
Robbed again, while we worry
Be it of quantity or quality
If only we can embrace the little things
The beauty of us all would live while living.