The echo of life but for who will listen,
Sin is a rain drop on a rose,
For the time it will glisten,
The future will be seen,
But its to far in the distance,
But keep the faith and it will freshen the taste,
And when the time comes you will eat a healthy plate,
But get to greedy,
And it will mold a dry soul,
And into the trash that mold will go,
But do it just right,
And your soul will take flight,
To a better place far far out of sight
