How do we know, how can we tell?
Our lives lie in the hands of greater giants
These hands are hard as worn leather
And decide when the time is right to end
when it is they let you fall from the floor to the sky
currently you sit side by side by side
upon a great golden scale of hard brass cords
with the lives coiled around glinting with life
and when your heart becomes too heavy
your side tips low to rise you up from this world, away
the people of this earth are in fact the stars themselves
glowing and sparking yet ready to explode any moment
we can’t stop it from happening and we can’t avoid it
because in the end you collide but your never forgotten
your dust of life and ashes rain and sprinkle all around,
body mind and soul, forever.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
How do we know, how can we tell?
Our lives lie in the hands of greater giants
These hands are hard as worn leather
And decide when the time is right to end
when it is they let you fall from the floor to the sky
currently you sit side by side by side
upon a great golden scale of hard brass cords
with the lives coiled around glinting with life
and when your heart becomes too heavy
your side tips low to rise you up from this world, away
the people of this earth are in fact the stars themselves
glowing and sparking yet ready to explode any moment
we can’t stop it from happening and we can’t avoid it
because in the end you collide but your never forgotten
your dust of life and ashes rain and sprinkle all around,
body mind and soul, forever.
