A plundering sky,
with weeping eyes...

Cries tear of blood,
that floods our lives...

Like a bus on the tracks,
then a train crash...

Many lives taken,
From something mistaken...

Weather fault of one,
or fault of two...

Misused words,
will only **** you...

As a plain flies high,
and a submarine down low...

Life can be hard,
and won't let go...

Make your decision,
take your path...

If you don't think now,
Life will pass fast...

Is this true,
what's your thought...

Because in your mind,
is where it starts...