This is the path I have been given

This is the chorus meant for singing

 

Nobody figures out their own fate;

we only hope we can carve out a way

to Heaven’s gate.

 

For the path we walk is a crumbled mess,

trodden on hopelessly by the rest.

 

If this life is just singular and mortal,

then we have lied to ourselves

in thinking there were many portals.

 

But there can only be one way

to the wretched grave;

it is how we choose to spend it

that gives us our name.

 

If we choose it wisely,

why should we fear to die?

 

The old learn to embrace

Death’s precipice daily;

breathing out life

is nothing more than a sigh.

 

In the end it is all a matter of time;

there are no lessons in learning how to die.