The Art of Dying

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　George Sand Why, why should it be hard to keep on breathing? Take what's left of me, cease this endless grieving Is there an easy way out? Tried, I know you tried... look, you're getting slower Life, my friend, is not an easy ride. Quit, this fight is over It's over now Rest your torn'n broken heart, get ready to depart away from pain and silent crying Let the world go down in flames – their faces and their names - and learn the finest art of dying Run - no longer under siege, you're almost out of reach Who said it's gonna hurt? They're lying! Gone... you crossed a final line to carry out the fine, divine... the art of dying Hey, I've seen it all: leap while you're on fire Right – you hit the wall, now pray and cut the wire Your time is up