Every minute, somewhere, a soul takes flight,
Leaving this world, vanishing from sight.
Not age, not wealth, not power nor plan—
Just a silent call, the end for man.
We're all in a queue, though we seldom see,
How close we stand to eternity.
No skipping lines, no turning back,
No detours once we're on the track.
So while we wait—let’s live with grace,
Let truth and love fill every space.
Make peace today, forgive the wrong,
Let kindness be your daily song.
What good is pride when time is brief?
What joy in hate, or clinging grief?
You seek revenge? A piece of land?
Yet Earth itself slips through your hand.
Don’t boast of wealth or fame or might—
None shield us from that final night.
Instead, be honest. Serve, forgive.
You’re most alive when you truly live.
The secret of life is painfully clear—
It’s not to fear death, but to love while here.
