Listen you people of all time and kind
I lay down in writing what is on my mind
I give you my joy, my grief, and despair
But just don't know why I should even care

The river runs its course to the sea
A passing moment, like you and me
The things that are waitin' up 'round the bend
They've always been and will be to the end

You count yourself among the wise
But maybe you're just a fool in disguise
Whatever the shape of the mask you wear
The moment of death we all must share

You came here naked out of the womb
Naked they lower you down in the tomb
You gather from work and coincidence
But is it good for your own defense?

Listen you people of all time and kind
And lay down in writing what is on your mind
Give me your hopes and fears if you dare
And the reason why I should even care

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