Born Naked

Born naked
And die alone
Those two things
Done all on your own

No hand to  hold
No face to trust
Simply do and die
Two things we must

So if we’re assured
Of only two things
Bloody birth
And a pair of angel’s wings

Why not try
In every single way
To pull down dreams
And author our play

Why live in fear
Be brave, hold fast
If you leave it for tomorrow
Today won’t last

Being born and dying
Are already done
What comes between
Is the race to run

Keep running.

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