Hey comrade   What will it be like on the day we face our mortal life   We're all given the misfortune of loss   But that's a gift we call impermanence      We don't own our work   We don't own the earth at all      We're eternal nunc stans soldiers   The eternal warriors      We're accountants in the firm of life   Entrusted with a body, heart and mind   Hey comrade, did I love well?   Have I learned to live moment to moment?      We don't own out work   We don't own the earth   We don't own our minds   We don't own anything at all      We're eternal nunc stans soldiers   The eternal warriors      It was not death   It was not life   It was love