The realest words I ever wrote were words I never spoke
Thoughts i had before I awoke
The temperature , before it turns cold
The time at the change of the hour
I Lay quiet in my misfortune
Remorsed in sin
But that I wash myself of before the new year is to begin , a new age ,
A new stage to act and view
Bless the last ten minutes
Before I age thirty-two
" weird scenes inside the goldmine"
And so I ride it west,
If lest we forget , where were headed
The food in the pot is beheaded
Nothing in my time I dreaded
Nor regretted ,
Only seem to tested
Face is tired because I haven't rested
Blessed when..,
The Final stage will be my smile as I exit the scene,
tranquil i will lay serene
after, burn my ashes with kerosene
and throw me to the air over the ocean water
By september
So I can live on to remember,
the good times
Built in tragedy, love and sanity,
experienced while abondened by all.
Thank you to those that supported me,
the opposite to those who waited on my downfall .
Life is sweet afterall
No matter what anybody says
Live life till you decay, while your alive today,
turn the city upside and round
Upside down the frowns
... Now ... I in "new" life has been found
cherish while your still around,
while I forever will be the clown,
smiles and laughter, my children see my pasture
I lay, foundation through my love, my fear an love to the above,
may he bless the time left in the hour glass
Though @ times I might live it " fast" through my rebellious ways,
Voodo child , I must say :)
Dancing at times under the rain,
Though it can be hard to explain
it keeps one away from pain,
Helps to remain intact through social change
Adapt in fact when nothing remains the same
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