Just Three Days

Ah life For what are all these fights While we live for few whiles What for are our fights We are like butterflies Our existence is just for Whiles We are strangers passengers across roads of life What for broken hearts How long lasts our lives Why lovers become strangers Why all these wars If Life lasts just whiles For love we die thousands times And yet we spend lifetime trying to find A shelter to survive And our lives flies just in whiles Nothing is eternal in this world Just the prints of our feet The Provence of our deeds eternally survives We are just innocent butterflies Who's life lasts just while Three days lastour lives than we pass When or how no one of us ever knows Just the prints of our steps stay there Even when we are gone.