Cane you see it, in the distance
It’s our fate, futile is our resistance
Every chose in you life has been pointed out
Doesn’t that want to make you shout
People cry, people die, people who think they cane fly
What does all this lead us to
Is fate a picture that a child drew
It’s not easy, if only we knew
Running down the path, trying…
To remember what you see on your way
If you enjoy this your lying…
Life is like a bouquet
The person giving knows what it’s like
The person receiving might as well expect a bike
You never know how things will end
A letter you send, money you spend, losing a friend
But one thing is sure, we all die one day
No matter how much you pray
But for now let us not speak of things like this
Lets concentrate on the things we miss
…and try to find them…