We fall, but we are planted to the floor.

So sorrowful but not anymore.

Once or twice or three times even,

The ring of the bell comes no matter the chance,

We live, we breath, we die and faun

The truth of the matter isn’t so fun.

The length of death is once every hour,

Until the day falls as we do.

So remember this once and remember it all,

Ignorance is a choice and soon we will fall.