Lived lives that passes by

How truly bland is life once lived,

Of lived lives that passes by, 

Cut through marrow of memories nigh.

Controlled are those who sit beeath,

The throne of God be made complete.

Crumpled paper never new,

Like thoughs who pass life through,

To live is life, to die is gain,

But die we must while live we can.

How truly sad is man alone,

But incomplete the women on the street.

Power for power a silent war,

Behind the tv, never to show,

And greater still the lives not lived,

An death taken unto the hands of man.

Woah to he who hungers more,

Pride to she who gives it all.

But all in all, and through and through,

Die we must,

But live we can.