I realize we'll all leave someday,
to nourish the ground from where we came.
A name engraved in stone sits where we lay.
To be human is to learn to live with fate,
for we must die but also learn to be okay.

It still hasn't sunk in just yet,
that one day I must take my last breath.
The family and friends I would have left,
cause what we know is what we never expect,
and with each start there is always an end

I realize we'll all leave someday,
so maybe I'll start praying on Sundays.
If love is not enough for heaven's gates,
I'll to the sky and call it faith.
But I don't think I'll ever be saved.