It may end, or so it would seem. I must rest my weary head and these tired eyes. For no one knows the things I’ve seen.
It may end, or so it appears, death comes upon us ever so quick, with every breath we inhale you must embrace that it draws every more near.
It may end, or so they say, but most are unwise pay not any mind to the unreal words they may say. Most are lead by fear, motivated by shallow emotions, unaware of the lessons, and deeper meaning behind every tear.
It may end, or so you may think, don’t hold on to your life to tight. As it comes it goes, stay forever present it will leave you just as fast as the eye may blink.
It may end, for those who don’t clearly perceive. The timeless eternity hidden in all things.