The meaning of life escapes me
For at the end there is nothing but death
Everything has it's own end
And they slowly disappear until there is nothing left
Most don't gain and only loose
Some just take and never give
When you're misunderstood or bullied
What happens but the spilling of tears?
Some start life in the rough
Others with golden sheets
When the sky grows grey
And the moons at its peek
Search for the lights
In the shape of a cross
And you've found your guardian
Speak the truths you've discovered
And he will not tell a soul
