The Life

Our cries are their way Our laughs cause them sad Are we going to stay? I think they'll never mind about that From the night until the day We still stuck in the same raid All of the precious ways turn to grey They have no heart to be laid While they're enjoying their singings Our breakfast done at suppers They may have strength with things But we're stronger in suffers But what they got is illusions Since people have their own portion By the time they're in our position Sadly, There will be no way even for regression Cos will be too late to ask for remission Prima Minardi For 'Monopoly The Game of Life' contest Sponsored by Judy Konos