Bronte

Every seed must die to grow And with every breath we all strive to know If in death and dying life can show If in the end of one thing something else can begin What is this process of dying to live and living to die? What is the complex struggle to strive and to survive? Every seed must die to grow So, tears of pain must be left to flow And cleanse the soul within by letting go And cleanse the soul within by letting it all begin What does this conquest of life seek to prove so me it must move? What is its purpose in saving my soul, in making me whole?