Today, I'm wearing my hand me down shoes.
Passed down from my mother, from her mother, now to you.
These heels, they tell a story, of a human life that's passed.
Tell me baby, are you scared of death?
You'll never live
until you learn that dying
is something we do a little every day.
It's the living that matters, not the decay.
Without decay there would be no renewal...
With the changing of the seasons, we see that decay can be beautiful
The spring of our lives
the summer that we lived
The fall is here
and by winter we're dead.
But smile! Cheer up!
Death is something we all face
and you'll never be smiling
until you dance on your grave.