Coffins

We burry our dead in tombs of decay,
We cry ourselves to sleep and wither away,
We burry our dreams in shallow graves,
We cry ourselves to sleep and hope for a new day,
We die and lye in our coffins,
We sleep away as we rot in,
Our saddest bit of truth,
That no matter how we live our life,
It's no use to believe in,
The right kind of reasons,
Our excuses for living,
Our coffins of Reasons,
Our coffin called life.