Last bread

When we feel our last breath coming We replay our past over and over The mistakes we made, the people we hurt The people we made laugh, and we realize That despite all the misfortunes I've experienced It was all worth living Like a tree planted years ago The roots have multiplied The branches have taken different directions Some downward, some upward Some that don't see the others But let's never forget That even if the branches have taken different directions They will always be part of the same roots Like a tree planted years ago The roots have multiplied The branches have taken different directions Some downward, some upward A bit like a family rooted over the years We grow together, we support each other, we bicker We share joys, sorrows, memories And even if we sometimes drift apart The ties of blood, The bonds of the heart Remain forever engraved in us Like a tree planted years ago The roots have multiplied The branches have taken different directions Some downward, some upward