I see a zillion cars roll by. I don't forgive their intentions this time. I'll forgive when I'm ready to forget. Let me tell you that is not quite yet.
I am a victim of the soul that I've grown. I've only reaped from the seeds I've sewn. I don't claim that I am not guilty. I have done as others oh so willfully
I acknowledge the fault of the earth. When it shakes it will feel like a birth. I can't relate to the love or the pain. But the feeling must at least be the same.
You are pretty and I like your smile. Will you come? you can stay for a while. I don't know why this has taken so long. And even now it almost doesn't belong to me.
Everybody get ready for the end. Forget your guns and remember your friends. When you die you will always wan t more. But you will still be taken to the shores.
Why are we conscious? How do we exist?
Why do know ourselves. Why is it we can think?
If we are special than we must not die.
We should be granted an additional life.
What are the reasons for the will of the soul
If someone knows I simply haven't been told.
As I grow older I become more cold
The eternal life has been presented as gold
A warm blanket to forget ourselves in
I try to listen the concepts sing
I will search on this earth with the rest.
And put the limits for my life to the test
I believe that for life there's a cost
but the only thing I truly know now is that I'm lost
What to commit to in this life is a toss up