Ball On Hill
Days come and go
Some stand high, others bend over and bow
No need to cry or shout
If you feel pain, it is no doubt
Night will sneak in
Full of pleasure or sadness and sin
It doesn’t matter
To quench thirst you need water
Time will turn around
May hug, kiss you or pound
Life is a ball on a hill
Ready to roll down, hard to stay still
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