Cold planet
Many many people on this earth one not like the other
All of them born out of the womb of their mother
Here and there but mostly everywhere
People are trying to stay alive
Some barely do and some thrive
But we never stand still as the seconds tick by
Because time is money and the moto is work until you die
And Hope for a better afterlife
the world can break you and the pain cuts like a sharpened knife
The world is Cold or atleast this is what we have been told
But here we are on our spinning rock life timed by the face of a clock
