Final Doom

Sad, a bit morbit

Sooner or later we all must die,
But in the mean time we have to try,
To live our lives free of a single lie,
Other wise we are doomed to cry.

To have hopes and dreams along the way,
To pick a place some where to stay,
Even if only for a single day,
If nothing more than just to play.

It seems with every passing hour,
Some people gain immense power,
We must stop and smell a flower,
If we wish to reach the golden tower.

Then suddenly to soon,
Maybe as we see the moon,
We hear a singer croon,
As we meet our final doom.