~ life ~

Sharp needles of Father Time that sting us out of slumber,

Unwilling ears caught in the pandemonium of it all,

In this tired city lights that we all live under,

This rat race just like a sad dungeon crawl.

Fat guy with rings of gold and bullets of silver,

Sending stones against the waves that crash our way,

Man's life is all that we earn and pay,

God's gift is Life that we all betray,

Maybe when it's near the End that we'll finally learn to pray.

[Back]