When life was hard,
but times were good.
When living apart,
was not prude.
This is the story,
And not a rhyme.
Our heads are blurry,
and out of line.
When the sun reached,
Our souls core.
When little things,
were just adored.
Where have i reached?
Were those times real?
Our breed is diseased,
Just surreal!!
So life met me,
i put her on hold!
She let me be.
Wasn't i too bold?
So death calls me,
I hug her hard.
She doesn't let me be.
And now am jarred!
This is what,
our lifes become!
This is why,
our souls burn!
This is why
we run and hide!
Is this why,
we cant decide?
Here is where i have reached.
And these times are whats real!
Our breed is diseased.
Just surreal!!
So I meet god,
On heavens gate!
Asked him if
I wasn't too late?
And now he smiles,
With the devils eyes!!
I hear this sound,
of a billion cries!!
And now I know which times were real!
And now I know exactly whats surreal!
Here is where i shouldnt have reached.
this is what we shouldn't have preached!!