We spend our lives
Reaching for the sky
Focusing our minds
Learning how to fly
Most of us try and fail
Gathering our tales to tell
Hoping one day to prevail
For we know that we have fell
We fall and fall and fall again
Knowing someday we will win
As we time and time ascend
Fall and fall and fall again
But we don't end it there
For in the end once was dust be dust
To ends we justify what is fair
Again to end what is what we trust?
To survive life we go and go
Through persistence we achieve
The work and work and work to show
That we work to work for what we believe
But that is the beauty is it not?
We work to show, we show to work
We tie our lives in our knots,
simply to show what we've got
We go and go and go and go
We have our work, our work to show
And has it has it has been fortold
As we strive to attain the sky
Eventually we get to grow old
And as later we though die
There is always something left to try.
That is the beauty in what we do
It is not pretty nor is it defined
Our victory is defined as due
To what we as people find
Keep going and going
You will find
Your journey is grand and flowing
That's what will come to mind
The beauty in human condition
Is a fundamental sense of worth
As we fight our battles of attrition
We show our true powers to strive forth
