Life
we go thru this journey, even tho it is short.
we bring sin to are city`s, and from port to port.
we go thru this ocean, complain that we cannot see the shore.
we go looking for a friend, a mate, that we can adore.
we ignore what there is, don`t know what we see.
thru this journey what is to come, to know, to be.
and we sometimes refuse to see what we really are.
we are the sinners, the thief`s, the prisoners of war.
we dont always seem to know, that all we are is humans
and we will always burn in hell unless we follow the true man.
we bring sin to are city`s, and from port to port.
we go thru this ocean, complain that we cannot see the shore.
we go looking for a friend, a mate, that we can adore.
we ignore what there is, don`t know what we see.
thru this journey what is to come, to know, to be.
and we sometimes refuse to see what we really are.
we are the sinners, the thief`s, the prisoners of war.
we dont always seem to know, that all we are is humans
and we will always burn in hell unless we follow the true man.
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its not much just what was on the top of my head i dont expect you to love it, just listen to its message.and you will be free