When our flame begins to flicker and our candle is snuffed out. When finally we are lowered where...

When our flame begins to flicker and our candle is snuffed out.
When finally we are lowered where none can hear us shout.
Only then do we see our lives with a renewed sense of doubt.

For before us then will lay the many daggers we had thrust,
into the backs of all those people who never dreamed we’d be unjust.

We recall the phony promises we made and all the sins we privately committed yet openly forbade. The fragile hearts we cut and hurt, with all those reckless words we’d shout and blurt.

And soon we realize we’re not alone inside our tomb.

Lying there beside our breast, the hypocrite from within us, is also laid to rest.

And there are others who begin to join us now; a villain, a liar, a cheat.
Under their added weight our coffin starts to creak.

And suddenly we realize we hadn’t lived our lives alone: We’d been several other people, for who’s sins we must now atone.

So let us live as one so we may die as none…but ourselves.

And be not of those who succumb to every whim and lust, and descend at ease into that dark and dreary pit where the earth turns men to dust. —Shakieb Orgunwall