Life

This thing that they called life
It's just a period of time
When a soul countrols a body
And do the most stupid things

A people is a fusion
Made by soul and body
The mind and the thoughts of the person
Are the desires of the soul

But when the body begins to putrefy
The soul goes away without any preocupations
And the others that the bodys stills good
Make a party that is traduced by the cry

In fact we are just puppets
Controlled by immortal spirits