Rhythm of Life

Written by: Mark Norton

Death is just an emotion bound to the rhythm of life,
While understanding our moral self is left to a wiser man;
The wonder of simplicity descends from dark skies, limited to the meaning withheld’
But we are lost in a moment, and stand condemned to the changing time..
Yet when I die just dig a hole and throw in my mangy bones 
 
In starlight remains the wisdom of tomorrow, under the warmth of the warm spring rain;
While the music of the songs is heard again, sung to the rhythm of life,
For castles that lay in the kingdom are condemned to the passing days
And a bitter wind shall blow again, and retain its last remains…
But when I die just dig a hole and throw in my mangy bones    

We hold in our hands an enigma called life, far away from a shadow everlasting,
While in the darkness a child shivers and hungers for a ray of light;
The music is a sound of time recalled, lost to a thousand years
And intent we are to the rhythm of life, to the miracle, the dawn, the sunrise…
Yet when I die just dig a hole and throw in my mangy bones