Lying still, barren and cold
He's been there years, he sure is old
Dead as a doornail, stiff as a board
All he has with him, is a toy lion that roared
It was during the summer of "23", on the day he took that ride
The other family survived the crash, his slowly died
He had barely begun to live, when God took him away
He was too innocent to die, but God wouldn't let him stay
In the cemetery now, in remembrance of these three
Is a tombstone that reads died in 1923
They have all been forgotten, they lie there alone
The last words from the child were, I wanna go home
All I'm trying to say, is that someday you'll die
It happens to everyone, and no one knows why
What is Death 10-8-96
Is it the taking of one's soul?
Or the giving of new life?
Is it the time at which God wants you to come home?
Maybe it's Satan's game of Poker. . .
If he wins, he gets your soul.
If he loses, you live a while longer
You'll never know till it happens.
We all will die.
It might be today,
It could be tomorrow,
It will happen.
Until then, no one can explain death.
You Blew it all 9-25-96
Slowly spinning
Round and round
Going faster
Coming down
One more hit
Should bring it back
You begin to choke
You start to hack
You suck it down
And hold it in
You feel real happy
Your high begins
You have no cares
Everything goes right
It won't last long
Wait till tonight
Your pain comes back
Even worse then before
You feel really horrible
You need you high even more
You're killing yourself
Slowly you'll die
You could stop yourself
But why should you try
Ten years later
Your friends start to cry
You're six feet under
They told you you'd die
You thought getting high
Would make you live forever
Now you're dead
And you wish you had never
Gotten high
And killed yourself
You should have gone
And gotten help
It's to late now
It's your fault you died
You blew it all
Just to get high
Grim Reaper September 1996
Hooded, shadowy
Walks along and steals your soul
Silent, evil man
Skeletons September 1996
White bones, deep dark eyes
Lying still six feet beneath
Yellow teeth, barren
Death September 1996
Surprising, painful
Takes you from your dear sweet home
Antagonizing
Tomorrow Febuary 1996
If I should die tomorrow
What would your life be like?
Would your beatuifyl eyes let tears streak your dark face
Would your curly, soft hair fall over your face to hide your pain?
Would your gentel hands cover your swollen, tear filled eyes?
Would your knees grow weak with the hurtness you'd be in?
Would you sit alone in a dark corner until you died?
Would you scream in rage because I left?
Would you kneel and pray for God to bring us together again?
Would you go on with your life and try to overcome the tradegy?
If I should die tomorrow
What would your life be like?
