Eschewtology

All our lives, we're burning
Trying to lose our skin
And softly, we're yearning
To begin without an end

As night leads to day
We believe we illuminate
But fall back into night again
Because that's always been the way

But if it all meant something,
That echoes beyond the grave
And it wasn't all for nothing,
We would give it all away.

Lost and forlorn, we're grappling
With imminent demise ever-looming.
Will we be the last of us, in-battling
Or will we prevail, in our crooning?

I guess it doesn't matter, dark or light
Every star goes cold, at some point in night
As saints turn to sinners, and sinners turn to saints
We'll be ships in the night, on the day there are no days