Life, it comes with joy and happiness.
Life, it leaves with joy and happiness, with some sadness involved.
But when death hits.
It tears you apart.

Sure, memories stay and truthfully, they are great.
But when you look around and see things.
You eventually realize, you are alone.

Life comes each month, each week, each day.
And will continue too.
We see it each day with someone you know.

Like the changing of seasons.
We live life for various reasons.