Out of my mother's womb,
I cried for my lost tomb
Of an earlier birth
And I died for the first time in this life

As I grew,
Desires made me a cunning shrew
Oh how I wanted to withdraw
I died again

Jealousy, guilt and hate
As they accumulate
I'm no more a clean slate
There's nothing to elate
Oh no! There I die again

Every day an act of betrayal
But oh yes! It's a question of survival
An act till my burial
My Innocence lost, I am under trial
There I die all over again

At last the day arrives
Anticipating the soul's free drive
My mind thrives and then suddenly dives

Oh but there are more than one deaths,
Will this be my last one?