Life sat next to death whom had no syth in hand 

Death sat next to life whom had no light on stand

They both are still children 100000 years old with many stories to be told

Though they are equal in many ways and love each other no matter that haze

Life knew people loved her more and she wonders out loud why can't they see were the same

Death said they think you are all and I am none 

Life asked death why do people appreciate me more than you

death responded because you my dear are a beautiful lie and I am a painfully truth