life is a but a minute filled with endless nothings
a moment spent with useless wanderings;
and i always wonder how to find the meaning behind my life
but life is just a pinprick of silence,
an ocean of turbulence with thousands sinking under the waves
all souls sought but the painful cart that comes along like a chain shackled to one's heart
and the claw marks in the dark
signify how people tried to make their mark
but the long deep rivers show how those who tried left nothing but the tears that streamed from their eyes
and i wished that the stars in the night sky
didn't represent those who had run out of time
but life is just an endless meadow of thorns
and a battlefield filled with mighty swords
with the never ending fight to be something great while we're alive.
