Our Lives | ||||
Our Lives in twain, the heart's desire The sinful fears, and rightous fire to make quick meats, the lives of men from sucked babes to dust again what lies beneath the title page a loves quarrel, a poor mans grave a passion cry, a madmans sigh the smell of powder, death and thighs we wander through the file of our days distracted by our petty ways until one day we live no more but cease to be and cut the cord "remember me" we cry to late "my life was more than just two dates" but what if we could go again if god said yes upon a whim if you were free to choose anew would you choose me to be with you? --Terry Moore |