To take, to kill, to strive,
To love, to hate, to give to yearn,
Passionately teach and learn,
When I grow old and die,
Inside my place inside the sky,
I leave a mark upon the world,
As my feelings fleet, begin to curl,
When we grow old, a generation dies,
Leaving their mark upon the skies,
Will you be there, to stay with me,
Over life's dark, dark sea,
When we grow old, will we be in pain,
Never to see our world again,
Or will be sigh, the end of our strife,
Is there really anything as bad as life?
When grow old, into our slumber,
To rest in peace, our days are numbered.
(Meaning: The basic meaning is that life is so hard and sometimes pretty scary as we face it so when we die can it actually be so bad? I mean, people die everyday and sometimes we have to be a part of it. Would you rather watch someone die and cry, or die and be in peace forever? Forever is a long word but it has to be better than just for now? What do you think?)
The cacophony of sounds, the melody,
Music. Our legacy.
Music can be with no meaning, rhythm or even rhyme,
Just one thing is important, never let the music die.