Someday, your eyes will close,
and never open again.
Someday, you will take you last breath,
and never breath again.
Your heart will cease to beat,
and never sing your souls tune again.
Someday, you are going to die.
Someday, somewhere, somehow.

Will it matter what your name was?
Will it matter what your grades were?
Will it matter who you were friend with?
No.

You will be dead.
People will go on living.
Such is life...

We all will die,
almost never with purpose or meaning.
We will all die,
someday, somewhere, somehow.

What matters,
is what we do today, right here, right now.
Do, what should be done.
Say, what should be said.
Live your life, be happy, and you'll do okay.