Some who are born others die
Some who laughed in others cried
Water without riverbed without sea
Sorrows and glories, wars and peace
There is always a reason to live
Because fight
There is always someone to suffer
And who to love
At the end the works are left
People are leaving
Others who come follow them
Life goes on
Few friends that are really
How much do they flatter you if you succeed
And if you fail, you will understand
The good ones are left the others go
There is always a reason to live
because fight
there is always someone to suffer
for whom to cry
and in the end the works are left people are going
and others who come will continue
life goes on.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)