As I close my eyes, embrace my end,
Questions, my spilt blood to my mind lend,
Why I lived afraid and now see crystal clear,
How my Requiem plays, inevitable fear,

A life does flash before my dying eyes,
This life, however, is not mine, it lies,
As I pass to the dark, I simply cry
I have never answered my question 'Why?'

My breath wasted on breathing lies,
Though ambitious, I lost sight of goals to rise,
Now goals to fall, yet falling seems high,
And rising seems low, with my last breath,
I simply ask 'Why'?