It just doesn't stop With me on this table Though many around me Completely unable Don't take my leg It's not up to me The chariot wrecked Now God hear my plea I wonder what form
All of the someones Keep trying to be some- One who will keep on And trying to become But we are the people The backbone is equal Who never stop trying Despite the bad sequel
The best of loves Can lose Life's rampage May abuse And quill of pen Be taken For there is no Forward news How can this Be a system How can this Be the way When life needs
What best Could I Translate To You? A peace- Ful thought An energy View? A fitting End Of war Too woo? And done The bad Who so well Knew? But this In fact Is not
Like salt Once stab It Burns Too bad It hurts To know The place Quite mad No cut Makes worse Or course More terse Then knowing All terrible Deeds Traversed Is pie In the sky
