The sun shall always steal the sky,
But the moon isn’t anytime giving up.
The clouds won’t stop soaring
And the rains won’t stop pouring down.
Life happens, with pain and joy but
The day ends, and the death wins
It’s stupid, it’s futile, these endless cycles
Mechanised to not stop though wear and tear;
But when neither give up, for years and years
When you dare to rise knowing you’d fall
And when you fall always, but only to rise
and do what you could, with all your might
If you can break, and not be tired of loving
If you can ache, and not be tired of breaking
If you can live a life, you are living it right.