the trees have now turned from green to gold,
life span seems shorter everytime we sell our soul,
with a sigh people turn away,
with a depening heart no words to say,
among all these predators we become prey,
whispers in my head making me go the hard way,
not knowing if i have the will power to stay,
i se light when i see ur face,
im hear waiting for u to come so i can embrass,
u make sence of this world that cant be defined in words,
u stop the spirals even just for a minute,
when u fall i hope i catch that i can admit,
other than that only few give my trust in it,
and then theres one thing,
why are we all so obsessed with time,
no its not a crime but we try to keep it in our minds,
20 weeks to judgement 40 weeks till retribution,
all to realise our one true ambition,
but even that we can comprehend to grasp,
cause with our past we carry too much mass,
we always point fingers to the past to put the blam on someone else,
but we dont admit that we are responsible thats for sure as hell,
the weight of my eye lids pulling them down,
im too tired to even smile or frown,
i just gotta wipe the sweat away so that my tears can wash away,
time for bed is not sure of rest,
trashing at night hoping we would stop feeling depressed,
wanting to do more but yet we achieve so little what for,
always pushing andpulling to get that final score.
