We’re All Dying

We’re all dying, that’s not a lie,

Each with an individual hourglass,

Counting down their time,

Their sunsets and their dawns,

Slipping away like sand in fingers,

Grappling, grabbing, gone,

And another is filled,

Another hourglass begins,

Another life to build,

Ying and Yang,

Good and evil,

When one dies the others sang,

For death is not the end,

As a new life has began.