To whom does this come
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good would come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise...
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay!
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