Suppose to die is luckier then you thought,
suppose you're unhappy with what life has brought.
To live unhappy is to die reborn.
To die reborn is to have lived forlorn.
One's own joy is not obtained,
it is not given, and never gained.
You live the life you chose to live
and you give the most that you can give.
For those who can't handle the pain it brings,
the song of death they are destined to sing.
These are ones who live life just to pass the days
and to them death is luckier then some might say.