life is not a given thing
like a bird it can take wing
it will not let us know our fate
it cannot give us a time or date
life as we know can come to an end
the rules and limits will never bend
we all have standards low and high
we must give them up by and by
sometimes we burn bridges because we fell we have to
as life evaporates like the morning dew
our minds grow weary withered and weak
our lives are not endless at best meek
we are all poor money or not
we are all cold not warm or even hot
we all have loved ones that hold us dear
but we will never know happiness not even near
dont try to understand for you never will
you can nevre stop my urge to kill
like the winter snow or the summer rain
you can never understand my hurt my pain