Clueless persons wandering this earth
Chasing every four-leaf clover,
And cherishing their woven dream catchers;
"You Only Live Once, and life's not over."
When it is, what will you have to show:
Your riches that mean nothing in death?
A decade long fame and then a carved name -
We all return to the same old Grave.
Wanderers, you live an envied life
But when Death knocks you run in shame
Inevitably we all must face this careless visitor
We didn't expect him, yet he still came.
Tragic the deaths of those you love,
And you have no answer to soothe the pain;
Come, I will take your sadness
And carry you beyond the Grave.