Spirit

Don’t tell me it’s all too late
Is it not better than never?
Don’t tell me I live to die
When too many are dying to live
Don’t tell me there’s nothing more
It’s not the end
Maybe we have to die few times to really live
And to
Find the spirit to keep moving on
… … …
It’s all easier said than done
But slowly, that spirit come
All should end well
It has to
It has to