Death’s Dance
You walk the straight and narrow,
Being lawful,
As straight as an arrow.
Taking all the pain and sorrow,
Working hard,
Looking at tomorrow.
What’s worth this trouble and strife,
Fighting day after day,
With the trouble of life.
Working so hard at being faithful and true,
Looking for good times,
That will take you on through.
This is my life,
Like the sinking sun,
Learning to walk,
Before I can run.
Life’s not a mask,
You can’t take it off,
Put in a draw like a piece of old cloth,
You’ve got to take it on the chin,
Try your best and stand up and grin.
Because all of a sudden,
Comes the day that you die,
You’ll be asking yourself
Did I live a lie?
Would I have changed things if I could?
Could I make it better?
Was my life good?
The question has to be asked,
What’s my life for?
Could I have given it even more?
It’s too late now,
You haven’t got a second chance,
You are dancing life’s last dance.
To all I love,
I love you still.
Make all of life,
What you will.
GOOD BYE X
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