There was a girl out there in the world that felt there was no way out that life was not worth living and that whatever her problem was she couldnt fix it
There was a girl who gave up her breath, her heart, her soul, her health for death
There was a girl so far away in distance from me even though we met once before
but she decided to go even further in distance and travel light years that we never meet again
and yet one day she wore yellow the colour of happiness, the colour of sun , the colour of spirit
but that same girl decided to wear black and dissappear
There was a girl who had a life but she gave it up
not for faith
not for love
not for country
not for anything
she just lived
a small years to die
we are all going to die
i sit here and think we are all going to die
and yet all i feel right now is how i lucky i am to be alive
for in a way my batteries have been charged from her same charger
and her mind has been set from the same substance
i wonder waht the last thing she said was
or what the last thing she ate was
or did she wash her face when she woke up that morning or did she brush her teeth
i wonder what the last song she listened to was
or what the last words she read were
I wonder when was the last time she was happy
I wonder what she felt when she suceeded did she feel anything or did she feel it all
I wonder about the thin thin line between life and death
between sadness and happiness
between love and hate
between life and death
that girl had a chance but she didnt take it
that girl had healthy legs and hands and eyes and ears but she chose to silence them
that girl had time but she chose to sell it
I have everything that girl doesnt have now
except
bravery
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I think to myself am I not doing the same ?
I may not be dead but I certainly live like I am
There was a girl who gave up her breath, her heart, her soul, her health for death
There was a girl so far away in distance from me even though we met once before
but she decided to go even further in distance and travel light years that we never meet again
and yet one day she wore yellow the colour of happiness, the colour of sun , the colour of spirit
but that same girl decided to wear black and dissappear
There was a girl who had a life but she gave it up
not for faith
not for love
not for country
not for anything
she just lived
a small years to die
we are all going to die
i sit here and think we are all going to die
and yet all i feel right now is how i lucky i am to be alive
for in a way my batteries have been charged from her same charger
and her mind has been set from the same substance
i wonder waht the last thing she said was
or what the last thing she ate was
or did she wash her face when she woke up that morning or did she brush her teeth
i wonder what the last song she listened to was
or what the last words she read were
I wonder when was the last time she was happy
I wonder what she felt when she suceeded did she feel anything or did she feel it all
I wonder about the thin thin line between life and death
between sadness and happiness
between love and hate
between life and death
that girl had a chance but she didnt take it
that girl had healthy legs and hands and eyes and ears but she chose to silence them
that girl had time but she chose to sell it
I have everything that girl doesnt have now
except
bravery
________________________________________________
I think to myself am I not doing the same ?
I may not be dead but I certainly live like I am
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