About the mindless mayhem we call life; desperate choices that we make, countless tears that we shed. We laugh, we work, we play, but how much do we live?
No time to slay the fiends within
The greed, the guile, the cunning
No time to chase unfulfilled desire
The land and the sea, they all conspire
No time at all for the idle roam
To hold her hand, to lead her home
No time to hear that whispering word
The worlds whizz past, eternity blurred
This life, so full of care
Nothing but a desperate despair
They say the wait is worth it, but for how long?
That love conquers all. It doesn’t. It just hurts and walks away.
Hope is enough to live by. That is nothing but an illusion.
We need a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on. And the promise of eternity.
It is just so sad that we so desperately yearn for things we know we’ll never get.
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