Bld
My, my you're born, you live, you die.
Some would say its all a waste of time.
Some would tell you in the stars there is some peace to find.
But my, my you're born you live you die.
Find another mountain you can climb.
Some new stage where you can speak your mind.
And when you've reached the top, do not expect a sign.
My, my you're born, you live, you die.
Writer/s: Daniel Firth, Kenny Paul Mann, Shelly Kemp