An Ocean of Wasted Lives

The stormy youth of the day
We struggle to find our way
Struggle until arms and feet are numb
From swimming against the stream

In the height of the day washed
Ashore with no guidance
In ignorance we use the rest of our time
To build sandcastles not realizing
That time and tide wait for no man

We refuse that everything
Is going to crumble down
From cradle to grave
Just a short lonely tragedy

The stormy youth of the day
We struggle to find our way
Until arms and feet are numb
From swimming against the stream

The red evening Sun is touching the ocean again
Enlightens us with its scanty light
The red evening Sun, with its scanty light

Nothing remains
Our efforts will be washed away
Nothing remains
The tears, the sweat, the lies
Nothing remains