As certain as we are born, we will die
As certain we will love, we will cry
As certain as we breathe, we will stop
As certain as we crawl, we will hop

The choices we make can haunt
The choices we avoid can daunt
The choices we choose are right
The choices we loose are slight

Living in itself is a mystery
Living in itself is misery
Living in itself is a voyage
Living in itself is a cage

Dying is the end of life
Dying is the end of strife
Dying is the end of light
Dying is the end of night

Even then the choices remain
Even then the choices reign
Even then the choices are free
Even then the choices can plea

As certain as we are born, we do live
As certain as we will die, we do thrive
As certain as we walk, we do fall
As certain as we grow, we do stall

The choices we make are real
The choices we make are ideal
The choices we make are winding
The choices we make are binding