Life is love.
And life is hurt.
We'd better live it now
Cause all too soon
We'll be buried under the dirt.
Life is faith.
And life is doubt.
We think we know
But really
We have no clue
To what it's about.
Life is breath.
And life is air.
We all look towards things
That aren't even there.
Life is warm.
And life is cold.
We want to scream
But we know
We could never be that bold.
Life is death.
And death is life.
The cure for this
Then
Must only be a knife.
One can never have power over it all.
They cannot takes what does not belong
This curse is no longer so small
They do not know what it is to be strong.
They may think they know all
But in the end, all will fall.
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Love and Hurt
PuisiLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.