On Death

Why do I continue to find hope,
In the midst of all despair?
How is it I can still go on,
When I want to give up and die?
I do not know the meaning of life,
Nor do I find meaning in it.
I will never run away or cry,
But with every tear I shed,
My footsteps carry me further.
How is this life possible?
The answer is quite clear.
My heart will always be set,
On death.