This life of man is foreseen by our ancestors,
With a degrading soil of the earth
This world of ours is flooded with uniqueness
Everyone is gifted, but not everyone is recognise
Everyone is needy and fulfilled with the jesters lies
So come with me all those who wants a taste of differences
To a time were writers were true and music was of the heart.
Not having the lost of innocents, but assured that it is treasured
Love was easy and knew what love lost in time that never stood constant.
Would find grace in the eyes of God
and not turn away by faulty shepherd.
Lo and behold find the prideful to be humbled
Least their pride be their downfall.
Come and look at the works of the great masters,
And be humbled by their work of ages.