Can you please tell me,
How the cost of living isn't free?
Every heart beat that I feel,
Always seems another second to steal.
Poor souls suffer in torment,
Still losing a special moment.
Every life is forever paying,
A price we pay for straying.
Taking us closer to Deaths' touch;
Suddenly the cost seems too much.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Can you please tell me,
How the cost of living isn't free?
Every heart beat that I feel,
Always seems another second to steal.
Poor souls suffer in torment,
Still losing a special moment.
Every life is forever paying,
A price we pay for straying.
Taking us closer to Deaths' touch;
Suddenly the cost seems too much.
copyright Chris Smith 2011
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