I've lived as much as I've loved
And I've loved twice more than I've lost
And I've died more so than that
And I'll begin with a crawl
And I'll end in a run
And start with a bang
And end with silence
I've lived
I've lost
I've loved
And I've died.

And never for a single time have I cried
Because life is too beautiful to see behind glassy eyes
and loss is too enigmatic to be objectified
Love is too free to be bogged down in emotions
And death is too sweet and caring to cause a commotion

And I've lived
So I've lost
And I've loved
And I've died.

But who, in the end, really cares about my time
As a being
As a plant
As the most significant ant
I've been a star and a nebula
The moon, the earth, the winds, and fire, I've been all of that, even desire
And I've lived
And I've loved
And I've lost
And I've died.