just wondering, what will be next, will life end or will it show its best
Love, money or fame its a deep abyss no one knows the aim its hit or miss
Life is kind of abstract in sense meaning of the above hope u didnt miss
what are we here for life so wonder a journey
wether prancing down a runway or laying on a gurney
Kids beautiful untainted version of what u once was
so innocent and pure, the definition of love
no hate no envy straight joy and bliss
if you dont look close heaven you might miss
Seeds r meant to grow, then wither, then die, kind of confusing i dont know why. But i do know love makes us all grow either good or bad you'll never know, situation intense, problems emerge, me I look to the sky then saw a bird, felt the wind, listened closed my eyes then:
breathe!