Living is an interest for quite a few
but it seems to me a thought quite new

to live and to die what do these terms mean
the only difference is a simple heart beat

to those that sit on their backsides all day
who have no stories and nothing important to say

living to dying wont bring much change
instead they'll pass out of our range

instead i choose to fill my days
with laughs and songs and simple plays

run across fields and climp up trees
only death itself will bring me to my knees

i'll have stories to tell and laughs to share
wandering through forests or sitting in a chair

i'll feel sorry for those who have no tree friends
who have not felt the wind upon their chin
who have not seen the beauty of stars at night
when lights arent around to confuse the sight
who cant bring themselves to play when they're old
with children or dogs or in fields of gold

one day i will die at last
but at least i can say
i caused a blast