No Rest

There is no rest for the weak of heart. When your lifes recked from the start. When your worlds been torn apart. There is no rest until you depart. When there’s nothing you can do. There’s no way to pull you though. You’ve been dead since the age of two. And like I said there’s no rest for you. What you’ve sowen now you must reap. In my world where talk is cheap. Life don’t joke it plays to keep. You’ve been told there is no sleep. Life is hard and nothing less. Make it though and pass the test. You’ve worked hard and done your best. Now go home it’s time to rest. Steve Crabtree