When life's walk gets tough..
and the roads gets rough..
babies cry..
the weak try..
but only the strong fly..
LIFE is s like a game..
since the 80s it's been the same..
insane as it is..
vain as it is..
we all walk in a circle..
what's glued to the ground can't fall from the sky..
but at the center of it all, only the feeble shy..
as sick as it is.. sweet like a pie..
we grumbled and our heads bubbled..
in it's stagnant but roaring stream, our tears floats,
rain falls ..
birds who sip from the stream of our tears didn't seem to understand our agony..
in a fading world.. where our tears has become tick as dough..
what befalls the poor?
The rich and the poor meet together, but the Lord made them all
©Josephlife
