Spook
July 6th, 2011, 08:54 AM
It passes us by
The ones who die
But different is it
At the grueling rate
Lives are taken
From self hate?
We ask- "Why?"
They had a good life!
But it was a lie
They kept inside
Why would they waste
Their gift from god
Molded together with dirt and paste
It's a battle inside
You will never understand
But know this
They live in a different land
Free from the pain
Free from the sorrow
Free from the game
They won't play tomorrow
The ones who die
But different is it
At the grueling rate
Lives are taken
From self hate?
We ask- "Why?"
They had a good life!
But it was a lie
They kept inside
Why would they waste
Their gift from god
Molded together with dirt and paste
It's a battle inside
You will never understand
But know this
They live in a different land
Free from the pain
Free from the sorrow
Free from the game
They won't play tomorrow