When night falls to roost I go
In faith of better morrows
but uncertain of rising with the sun
To behold the next day's glory
I hate the life I live
I hate the world I'm born in
this world that gives Us nothing less but pain and hatred and shame
sometimes I wonder why great we opt to be
If greatness might we can't tame
but I have come to realize it's life
we came to live what we see
but not to change what it is
IT'S LIFE, and we must live..
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
When night falls to roost I go
In faith of better morrows
but uncertain of rising with the sun
To behold the next day's glory
I hate the life I live
I hate the world I'm born in
this world that gives Us nothing less but pain and hatred and shame
sometimes I wonder why great we opt to be
If greatness might we can't tame
but I have come to realize it's life
we came to live what we see
but not to change what it is
IT'S LIFE, and we must live..
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