How often do you wonder
What am I gaining out of living
When there's no plunder?
No happiness at this rate
No lovers entangled in fate
No final realizations
On the meaning to life
Just solitary thoughts
Yours alone to share
Have you given up yet?
Have you given up your share?
Of life you were given
As a baby so small
Inside the womb of a loving lady
Who would care for you to the tomb
And beyond
Or so she thought
She needed hope
In a life so fleetingly passing
A life full of hatred
Malice and pain
She needed hope
The kind you have not
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
How often do you wonder
What am I gaining out of living
When there's no plunder?
No happiness at this rate
No lovers entangled in fate
No final realizations
On the meaning to life
Just solitary thoughts
Yours alone to share
Have you given up yet?
Have you given up your share?
Of life you were given
As a baby so small
Inside the womb of a loving lady
Who would care for you to the tomb
And beyond
Or so she thought
She needed hope
In a life so fleetingly passing
A life full of hatred
Malice and pain
She needed hope
The kind you have not
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