You could live a good life,
You could make great memories,
Could visit places with your wife,
Have a hundred anniversaries,
With your husband and kids.
You could dream about a future,
And live well beyond your bids,
It could be a life perfect as a picture.
But know that in the end we're all alone.
When it's your time to leave this land,
It doesn't matter who you've known,
Or how hard they shall hold your hand,
When you lose that sense of touch,
When you can't experience them,
When you can't hear, feel and such,
When you can't love or condemn.
When it's your time to cross over,
To the place where none can follow,
Your kindred, enemy, twin or lover,
When all is cold, dark and hollow,
When you're stripped the ability to believe,
To connect to anything known or unknown,
You'll know what you couldn't before perceive,
That in the very end, we are, indeed, all alone.