What life is?

What life is, if it ends so fast?
What life is, if it brings so maby pain.
If life should've been good,
probably it would be equals.
But yet, it's not even close.

What life is if there are wars,
if hates and strives are moving from door to door.
If the weather is sending signs,
and people close to the waterline,
when it changes into red.

What life is if we have to suffer?
Is it a kind of a test?
If it's true that it's nothing about me or you,
just living in this place – so vast.
What life is if we can't have a chance?
The reason is so indistinguishable.
And if life would be personified,
were we able?

What life is if we can kill with only two hands,
that we can change lives fast, too fast.
What life is if we can make it better,
but no one really wants to work for it.
No one volunteer.

What life is if we have to suffer?
Is it a kind of a test?
If it's true that it's nothing about me or you,
just living in this place – so vast.
What life is if we can't have a chance?
The reason is so indistinguishable.
And if life would be personified,
were we able?

What life is?