Life is but a book waiting to be read
yours can be nice or a path one dreads
life is only lead by ones true self
hoping wishing for nothing more then wealth
and health upon this quest
nothing more or less
But sometimes the hazards are o so strong
while the tragic lasts long
you must stick through until its gone
trying to make the best of your path
but remember don't regret nor forget the past
or the misery will last only holding you down
only to clash with the hear and now
so face the fears you run from
because everything effects some one
So take hold and take the gun from the past you dread
don't let it control you or hang over your head
because if you let it have control it will haunt you until your dead
but with that being said your novel your path can withhold
joy and grace or a evil with taken hateful place
for it's (your face) (your soul) (your Life)
so take it how you like
but it's hard to walk down a path or read a book
(without some light)
