R.I.P
R.I.P-Noah Holden
What’s the point to life if the result is death,
Nobody knows when they’ll draw their last breath,
Your heart is like a clock, with each beat it ticks your life away,
As each second goes by your closer to your grave,
Don’t take life for granted because once your dead theirs no coming back,
Soon enough you’ll be in your coffin dressed in all black,
You could die in your sleep so make sure you say your prayers,
The next morning you could be getting hauled to your grave by your pallbearers,
You will be taken away from life by the grim reaper,
You will be taken to your owner who is now your soul keeper,
Live your life right before your coffin closes,
You’ll be buried with your secrets and a bouquet of roses,
Your spirit lives on after your body is deceased,
All I have left to say is goodbye and rest in peace.
Copyright © Noah Holden | Year Posted 2010
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