tis the cycle of things

tis the cycle of things,
this dying,
this hunger

tis the cycle of things,
the cold and the winter

tis the cycle of things,
this living,
this dying

tis the cycle we live
in our broken, bleeding world

yet one cannot bleed for long
without healing

so if we're meant to die,
i think it've happened

this is the cycle, the circle we live
this is our world here and now

yes there is dying, yet still there is life
indeed there is hunger, and still there is food

true, there is cold, yet just there is warmth
we see there is winter, but still we find summer

there is life so painful
and death so unforgivingly cruel
but still we live, still we find joy
still we survive to this day