Until The Day We Die
Walking through the woods
With no clear path to take.
Is like looking into our past
And noting our mistakes.
Why does it happen?
That our dreams fade away.
Losing hope in the future
Will there come a brighter day?
What is the purpose for our living?
No easy answers can you say.
We are born, we live and then we die,
It always ends the same.
There have been ideas throughout the ages
That still clog up our minds.
We are always asking questions,
To that there is no crime.
But when we try to find the answers,
There is nothing that we find.
Life is not in harmony,
Questions and answers never rhyme.
The questions never stay the same
Life changes all the time.
And the answers we will never know,
Until the day we die.
by Dedlypoet
Become Whole
E-mail me at Dedlypoet@prodigy.net in the meantime.
Please come back soon and visit me.
Walking through the woods
With no clear path to take.
Is like looking into our past
And noting our mistakes.
Why does it happen?
That our dreams fade away.
Losing hope in the future
Will there come a brighter day?
What is the purpose for our living?
No easy answers can you say.
We are born, we live and then we die,
It always ends the same.
There have been ideas throughout the ages
That still clog up our minds.
We are always asking questions,
To that there is no crime.
But when we try to find the answers,
There is nothing that we find.
Life is not in harmony,
Questions and answers never rhyme.
The questions never stay the same
Life changes all the time.
And the answers we will never know,
Until the day we die.
by Dedlypoet
Become Whole
| E-mail me at Dedlypoet@prodigy.net in the meantime. Please come back soon and visit me. |