Crazy or Sane?
I go on living, while inside I'm dying
I go on laughing, while inside I'm crying
why must I go on living in vain?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy or sane
Death of a soul
It is sad and lonely a poor soul feels
when he's lost a love and he sees it's real
But god is great and he knows best
Lie down dear one, and take a rest
for all will come to a happy end
and you will smile again and again
Death
I see death looming over head
Sometimes I think I rather be dead
Then to live in a world full of hate
Often, I think I was born too late.
To enjoy the simple love and strife
Or maybe too late to live this life
Earlier times would have seen my thoughts swell
Now they lie dead in a silent well.
The earth is a death trap for all to see
Especially for their children and me
The world is a place for their children and ours
To live their lives to the very last hours.
Why must we live in a world of hate
Surely we deserve a better fate
Is God Dead? Is man alone?
Do refugees voice it in a hungry moan?
Decisions
Decisions we make each day
seem to linger on and on
a bad decision may stay with us
until our last breath is gone
Do we go
or Do we stay?
are we agnostic
or do we pray?
Is it not a grave decision
to be truthful or to lie?
do we really decide
whether to live or die?
Decisions linger on and on
we make decisions every day
sometimes we know where to go
but seldom what to say
What difference
What difference does it make
if I follow the straight and narrow
or if I fly off my mark
like an ill-shot arrow
What difference does it make
if I run off and hide
I could stay where I am
but in who, can I confide?
who can I tell my troubles to
who won't shout them to everyone
who can offer me advice
who can say what should be done?
Don't stop trying
It must be hell to be old
there can be no denying
you know your life is over
when you just stop trying
Even fond memories
memories of the past
can't make a year go by
or a slow day fast
young people seem so content
content in everyway
and think of old people
only on a holiday
Someday young people
may also turn old
will they be content then
or just bitter and cold
it must be hell to be old
there can be no denying
you know you can live forever
if you don't stop trying
Get your own Free Home Page