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As We Grow Old
Raise your hands and be of cheer
For the end is always near.
Find the time, find the place.
Have a slot in Heaven's grace.
Fortune and death repel;
find yourself in the crests of hell.
Fortune comes with greed,
from the devils hand you'll feed.
Advocates chase the dark,
as the eagle devours the lark
Fallen clouds of love so soft,
Tears and sweat from men shall fall.
Granted, dreams and wishes don't come true,
If the effort lies not in you.
Frozen limbs and blackened fingers,
The scent of ice and death will linger...
as the ocean crashes,
and the earth outlashes.
Nimble nimble just be quick
Time will always continue to tick...
as we grow old... as we grow old.
 DJ Hope 1990 · Sat Jan 05, 2008 @ 04:31am · 1 Comments |
