What is life?
to the people with no light
Is It as sharp as a knife
but as short as we see the ocean insight
As our candle of life melt
You can't judge it without seeing the whole story
After you finish the knife as it smelt
you will realize it is the greatest gift of glory
Yet like a knife it gets rusty
but with a helping hand of a friend
It will never be dusty,
a hand that always ready to lend
For life can't be defined by looking at the end
But by looking at your memories with your friend
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 9:30 AM UTC
What is life?
to the people with no light
Is It as sharp as a knife
but as short as we see the ocean insight
As our candle of life melt
You can't judge it without seeing the whole story
After you finish the knife as it smelt
you will realize it is the greatest gift of glory
Yet like a knife it gets rusty
but with a helping hand of a friend
It will never be dusty,
a hand that always ready to lend
For life can't be defined by looking at the end
But by looking at your memories with your friend
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