Life is a reminder of the fact that death will come.
But with every death there is a new life bursting forth
Waiting for the inevitable.
We live,we love,we laugh,and we die
That is the cycle,or is it?
We choose what cycle we take
Whether it’s lonely,full of sorrow
Or if it’s full of love and happiness
Full of pain,and fear
Waiting for the vultures to come and pick us off one by one
But a cycle is a cycle
It’s about whether we choose to repeat it or not…
