When you might fail, you shouldn't complain
Or feel forced to try, to do it again...
Son of a Cannon
Not to be camped on...
Anxiety runs through my veins
My life seems so far away...
I wandered through a forest deep,
Where secrets whispered in the trees...
In the depths of my soul,
there lies a secret garden...
I am a tree
with roots that run deep...
Hope is the light that guides us through the dark,
A flame that flickers but never fades...
Fading in the skin
Shades of death sink within...
I know our love is not perfect
If such a thing exists...
Here, at the end of all I am
As eyesight fades, with hearing spent...
Killing ourselves to love
Willing ourselves above...
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout...