Years have come and years have passed, many moons have come and gone. The one thing that seems to last Is a clock that ticks too fast To a rhythm, a heart's song. A Tick-Tock, Tick-ety-Tock, I hear the clock’s bizarre chime. I sit here in complete shock As if underneath a rock I’d been living, this whole time. Alas time ever so brief, Can’t be bottled like water, For it’s taken by the thief That lives solely by belief “man should not be his own author” So we shall challenge this crook Who steals our moments away and we’ll start by filling books With futures, in which we look Forward to passing our days away.
To live is to lose, and to lose is to live
And on our dying day we’ll have nothing to give
But our hearts and our souls to the dirt for they rot
Upon Cemetery hill, on that lonely little plot.
Perchance we partake in the never ending dream
Entranced by the life we hoped it could be.
In a world where hate no longer resides
In a life where my own anger finally subsides.
To the people, I must warn you, who stand idly by
I hope you can see with more than your eyes
For happiness, my friend, is not measured by things
But by the quality of life, and love that it brings!
So here I sit upon Cemetery hill
Watching the passersby bicker at will
Waiting for my time to finish the plot;
I’ll just be happy with the life that I’ve got.
Yesterday I awoke with the morning sun
Wondering just what I was going to do.
I took a deep breath, put my feelings aside,
And said to myself, “my life needs to start new.”
I gathered my feelings, I collected my thoughts
I settled my debts to the man with no face.
Today I learned I can believe in myself
Today I learned to set dreams that I can chase.
Tomorrow I will be better than today,
‘cause yesterday was not the best I could be.
Tomorrow I will learn to love another
Because today I learned that I could love me.
Friendships can be taken to the next level
For now I understand their one true meaning.
It is not just a simple togetherness,
It’s a love that keeps our hearts beating.