Even if in worldly matters you have shone,
To everyone around, you are known,
How to live your life to fullest,
To thousands you may have shown,
But the bitter truth is, that life comes to an end all alone.
When the judgment day arrives;
The day you will reap what you have sown,
The day you die and turn into a stone,
You won’t find anyone listening to your painful groan,
Because the bitter truth is, that life comes to an end all alone.
Your mind is so feeble; to fallacies it is prone,
One can’t take with him the things he own,
Still you are greedy for them like a dog yearning a bone,
You will regret this after time has flown,
In a moment your unfulfilled dreams will be blown,
And you will realize
The bitter truth, that life comes to an end all alone.
