One Less Day To Live

Siem Reap, Cambodia

What is it that makes my heart beat?
When days are long and nights are cold,
Nothing seems to last only promises to be broken,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me take another step?
When signs of the end are showing its beginning,
Nothing else to believe in when even God is forsaking,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me wake in the morn?
When I make others laugh while I'm deep in my thoughts,
The singing birds seemed to mock me as if telling me to end it,
One less day to live.

What is it that makes me dream a pointless dream tonight?
Is it the mask I wore to conceal my morose?
Or just knowing when I wake, the second hand of time would have shifted,
One less day to live.
- Snowballade