Each and every day, little pieces of me fall away, 300 million cells each minute die
Some fall to the ground, where by scavengers they\'re found, or sometimes they just lie
Blown away by the breeze, sometimes incorporated into trees, I become a part of every living thing
I\'m part of germs, or even worms, it doesn\'t matter whether I be a beggar or a king
We all have a piece of each other, in this way my brother, we form a cosmic whole
Spread over the earth, we all have a new birth, part of an immortal, universal soul