Time is a Cage
For now time is a cage
Longer lives
Longer days
Does it really matter your age?
Some belive in finding wives
Others belive in a job that pays
But will you know who you are when you step on the heavenly stage?
Every day we sit on our chairs of knives
Waisting many days and many nights
Don't wait for your day
Know yourself and that will be your pay
On the day you stand on that heavenly stage
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