Originally posted by swatchie:
Life is a song we want to sing.
Death is the dance the song will bring.
Views of disdain fraught with fear. Influences, through our minds they sear. A roll of the dice, we all begin, where is the messiah in this world of sin. Many have fallen, many have soared. When will it be, before i walk through that door.
The beckoning, overpowering yet dry, a path to choose, echoing no reply. No more laughter, no more tears, No more emotions, no more fears
Everything revolves around time. Be well.
u FOREVER make too much noise~
