Life is ever fleeting, blowing by
It goes as quickly as the wind
The days pass like minutes
Soon they all will meet an end
When all my days are totaled
What will their measure be?
Did invest only a few days
Or all my life in eternity?
Few are the days on earth
Blink and they are done
Each day counts forever
No undoing what's been done
When my heart finds stillness 
For what purpose was it beating?
Was it for the one thing that matters
Or was my life merely fleeting?