In moments like these, this question unfolds
To flow or not to flow with the folds
To see what you should or what you are told
To murmur and surrender or instead, to be bold
The places are here,
The joy-Alas!
The laughter is here,
The happiness-Alas!
The thoughts that cross as you wet your eye
For, to live is to breathe and to breathe is to die
The anticipations had risen, the wait seemed long
And life seemed as if just on the brink of a song
And then, the slump, the fall and the slide
And then this question in the middle of the ride
My heart called upon me, "Is this why I am here,
My master-Do you care? My master-Do thee care?"
And I answer, "O clock,
that ticks back to my grave,
It's in times like these
that you ought to be brave
And I care for thee, therefore I councel you now
Do as you desire, but never just bow"
For it's in his dignity, that a man is honoured
And you need your genuineness when you find you are cornered
And you need yourself to make yourself believe
That to live is to breathe and to breathe is to live.
