As golden as gold
Stolen from death is
As long the fate to
Come to be to take.

Livin the dream just
To dream bout life
Irony of destiny had
Be fated perhaps.

Gift of a living heart
With hope in trust
To able giving back
Least to a chance.

Have a compromise
And voice to a cry
Havin done our best
In right to be said.

We will if so we shall
The lord really god
If true as the heaven
Where find our rest.

With days and nights
Comes as without
We do as all be given
To bring nor take.

Empty of hands but
Thou be as might
A few more to have
A soul to dressed.

Of body what pride
In the very divine
Knew as told a well
Free life is death.

But only free is love
And faith if trust
Must be so decided
By as to be it has.

As mistake to done
By as only if shall
Ever be understand
Once flaw of less.

Once learned to cry
As the world thy
Sorrow be our share
Of our happiness.

As soul been robbed
As there is to time
To tell was me to say
Yet kept to myself.

Instead treasure box
And a way to find
A reason of betrayel
To love mores yet.

And after all kept by
my roads a child
Had to walk a danger
Of paths few dared.

The tales be to delight
A soul darkest night
The songs to drunken
From enough a mad.

The laughter and while
To appreciate doubt
For i lived a life so well
As gods call heatens.

And fairytale all the far
From their will might
To ever believe nor can
Hope an coincidence.

Save with all little to die
While aped or clown
After a some or against
mamona a dull pain.

Suffered day and night
Lack of awes asigh
Miracles to once again
raised from deaths.

As thief of a days time
I lived paved in drunk
With golds reason had
To live moretheless.

Death what most alive
I kept watered in lie
To die instead and tell
Themselves instead.

How many had of now
To have passing god
On fields of be a winter
Strangest dear friend.

Year i ran out of wine
As soul of taste not
Picked garden of grape
A least a joy of a day.

As enemies told love
As unknown as far
Had learned to manage
With a childs a glad.

As the wisdom to find
Rather havin not
To be than all to gain
Yet none to have.

Glad of be hard to hide
Life of dear to god
Still wont hear athank
For a sin yet no less.

Heart thought rich once
As well fed i starved
A sorrow of loneliness
Without care in sense.

Since forgiving long time
Passed to care to mind
Yet if in need of bein said
Of brother the brother.

As all said: to call to care.