Never do we know any of them,
An occurace of each day.
Yet still our life is invaded,
Invaded by the dead men.
Turn on the breaking news of the world.
What do they bring us today?
Is it the beautiful, new born children,
Or the hundred thousend dead men.
I'm sure that it is our God's will,
To bring out what's good in life.
Fill your short life with grace and joy,
for soon you'll be a dead man.
Is it the dead that brings this joy,
This happieness, this pride.
So we can end the day by saying,
At least I'm not a dead man.
2006-10-02
09:50:07
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