The senses of Life

Why am I trying to live if I'm just living to die? What am I trying to see if there is nothing in sight? What am I trying to hear if nothing whispers inside? What am I trying to feel if the love is so blind? I am trying to live because the soul never dies, I am trying to see joy even in the tears that I cry, I am trying to hear the laughs through the pain, I am trying to feel the loves that leaves the heart with an everlasting stain