Vision Box
happy times are here amung us all
we have to have life snappy and right now
through life we all wait for our last bow
we read and write of what we feel at a given time
the poor are rich spending someone elses dime
for this moment the first are first last are last
harass the poor now and you rich will be in contrast at the gates above
white in beuty is are the kind and humble like a dove
my God knows the heart of men here in this place.
in the face of grace i won't shed a tear
even though my time is drawing near.
it's clear like black and white how to have a good fight
find the one you love and hold them tight
sight of a bad world drives the innocent mad
the innocent are few left it's so sad
where do we go from the bottom of the heap
this life is broken to the true and cheap to the few
our days are sort and time is coming for poets to write and ramble
we roll the dice at a gamble of time madness makes us ryhme
this is our last breath last moment in time
Copyright © Justin Smith | Year Posted 2007
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