Being born, growing up and dying,
Is there anything more to it?
I'm trying to find meaning,
But I'm slowly losing my grit.

It's getting harder to live everyday,
I can't fool myself anymore.
I know it sounds cliche,
But I feel like I'm losing this war.

We will wait for death
And we will let it win.
But, before my final breath
I would like to find solace within.
© S.Limbu