100 years to see

A dead man spoke to me this sweet blue night
He lived 100 years and yet this new world he did not like
100 years he was and 100 years he lived dead
And he look at me with his eyes and said

Who are you? Why are you? And how ARE we?
come and think with me and see
We live or lived for what? My friend?
Don't live to live, don't even live for me
But live to smile and see

It may be hared, my living frend
But I can tell you it's not the end
One day you will see the sweet song of life
And tell then will your not alive

Life will hurt you, yes this is so Ture
But it is wait you do
That makes life worth living
Let your transiending thoughts make you
Make you into more than being
But in to you own hero

So my friend please live not for me but you