i am grown up but why is the sun so high to grab
i am tired almost half of the time on earth to live
but why can't i tell you that my life is a blast
are all the things that i have i did not sweat
are all the days that i have i did not helped a lot
are all the moments i borrowed from God is a waste of time
tell me how to make my remaining years
not filled with complaints, pain and tears
tell me how not to burden my loves that i lived in vain
will i go off the road and take the unusual path
will i jot down some unconventional plans
that no one yet has set their foot prints from
yes: words, words, words, quotes, quotes, quotes
they're useless and nothing IF IT IS NOT YOUR OWN
plow the fields, row the boat and turn that engine on
everyone have it in their brain and soul
some are laid to them in silver platters
that their own workers envy and secretly adore
some will have to shed their blood
to reach their goals for you're nothing
if you just dance, dance, dance there on the floor
spending the money that you didn't fight for
that you didn't earn, that actually you didn't own
for others had worked for you, others had sweat for you
and nothing is tasteless and useless
and nothing else matters if you dance
on the music that it is not your own
your maid is holier in the eyes of the Lord
for they serve you with all their loyalty
love and trust with their own sweat and blood
the security guards are better standing still
ready to defend you when danger looms
where are you in all of these? the Lord will ask...
belittling maids and security guards instead of loving and respecting
them...if you changed your course thanks a lot... if you did not...just do not say bad words that should be good enough :) yes, i hope that boost of an ego from a secret love one would help...let's pray :)
