Death, the word echoes ceaseless in my mind;

a light breeze humming in the darkest hour.

Why do we live; what do we need to find?

What do we fight for; money, love, power?

Love is so great yet it sometimes tastes sour,

singing to the worthy, spiting who's not.

What's Love's underestimated power?

How does it know who's worthy and who's not?

Heaven, the pantheon that's highly sought;

the Utopia promised at life's end.

Is Heaven real, or are we doomed to rot?

Is there really a place for souls to send?

Human minds lack the size to comprehend,

making life's questions hard to understand.