The Game

Everyone has a soul to save Somewhere in time from cradle to grave Everyone dies as each one must Flesh to bone to ashes to dust Time brings age as do we all Every rise is followed by a fall Our final journey to the barrows down We’re laid to rest six feet under ground We travel by night to Sandman’s sound In dreams with ghosts of ancestors all around We all hit the wall We go to high school and off to college We become a warehouse of useless knowledge We live to work and work to live They always take and never give For they that start by burning books Will end by burning men It will be as bad as it looks And will happen over and over again The dead from the battlefield Will rise up once more Take up their swords and shields And they will arrive at your front door Demanding of you what happened to them In wars, massacres, chaos and mayhem There is no such thing as the promised land And there is no such thing as fate’s guiding hand And there is no such thing as destiny too Also, there is no such thing as dreams coming true We all must bear the shame And we all must bear the blame We all have one foot in the grave Only God can save The innocent from the guilty The ones half dead or will be It’s not a game But all the same We all play anyway…