We do know that the day
Comes after the night
But who can tell if the day
Will be blue or gray ?
We do know that winter
Will come back every year
But what winter will be like
No one knows for sure
Days, all of them, more or less
Are similar
As are the nights
But who can tell if tomorrow
Will be like today ?
Who can be sure enough ?
What we think we have
We can only lose it
And the sky is dark
Only because it can be clear
As all beginnings
Must have an end
Everything that lives
Is ever-changing
Then dies
And turns to nothing
People, all of them, more or less
Are similar
So, who
Could promise someone
To love them forever ?