We Are All The Same

One day, one day, you'll rest in a grave,
Even if, even if, while living you were brave.
On the street, on the street, the poorest people lie,
And in the end, in the end, they as well will die.
And alongside you, alongside you, both of you at peace,
The same you will, the same you will, be food for worms to feast.
And in life, yes in life, no matter how you die,
In the ground, in the ground, are even those who tried.
To those who live, to those alive, the memory of you,
Will fade fast; fade away, as all of them die too.
So if you will, if you dare to sit, relax and laugh,
You won't see death, but only life, written on your epitaph.