Life

We give it our all,

But it takes from us.

What does it really make of us?

Money, greed, possesion of sorts.

Is that all life honestly supports?

What does it make of you and me?

Does it provide actual harmony?

Do we even live by our standard at all?

Or do we lose ourself watching it all fall?

I guess you can say life is what you make of it.

But once we've done all we can do,

is it worth taking it?

So what does life actually mean to you and me?

Til we find a true purpose of the madness,

its is as pointless as a penny in the sea.