I am a shadow, can be seen; never caught,
Leaving footsteps on every corner of mother land,
Looking for precious treasure; what treasures to sought,
Desire money, precious things or love; do desire what,
Breath is never promised forever it’s slipping off hands as sand.
May my ego reach the sky; just a second and their I bid goodbye,
All was sent here, yet never promised an eternal life to live,
Will be gone as a passing wind; just wish someone would sigh,
Why regret when something’s gone; just treasure till you hold on,
Wish the heart was good enough they way it kept hate; it forgives.