Birth

Birth
What's it Worth?
The start of life's Race?
Where we're all trying to find our place?
But what's the reason?
With no stopping the changing of the seasons
Every course leads to a finish line of death
That moment in the end, as we breathe in our last Breath
The life we lived flashes across our eyes
Seeing all our moments, the truths, the lies
The dreams we didn't fulfill
The goals we didn't make real
All the influence and power we gained
Lost to us now, soaked in a dying rain
Leaving the world as we came
With nothing left to our name
So again I ask, What's it worth?
Birth