What does it matter, in the end?
Maybe it’s the laugh, or maybe the good friend.
Perhaps, it’s the time, that connects us to love.
Separating the human, from below to above.
What does it matter, in the end?
Is it the joy of a tear, or the time that we spend?
Is it the darkness of shadows, that put us to stressing?
To teach us the lesson, of life’s greatest blessing.
What does it matter, in the end?
Just a memory of songs, that all starts to blend.
The pace of this life, don’t fear what is gloom.
For were all just the flower, with a purpose to bloom.
What does it matter, in the end?
The question of a life, once left to depend.
May the fate of this sight, what seems to be thinning.
All a promise of light, of end’s new beginning.
What does it matter, in the end?