Floating throughout the day without purpose
All the same routines with all the same outcomes
Decision of faith with such good intentions
Where did those good intentions go to?

We are mortal, but think we’re invincible
We are fragile, but think that we’re fearless
There is power in weakness and peace within the storm
Dying means living, living means dying, memento mori

I know the plans I have for you
To give you hope and a future too

We are unholy, but think that we’re righteous
We are unworthy, but still feel entitled
Yet we can love, we love because he first loved us
Dying means living, living means dying, memento mori

John 11:25