Treasure Island

Richard Tomlinson


This life that god gave us to live is gift we shouldn't take, but give.
With this time we got to live on earth we should take a moment to think, why did we get the chance of birth?
Was it to spend all our time in shame, or are we born to live in fame?
Is this life some sort of game, where scores reset and trying your best is how to win?
So many questions there are to ask, but were all of them for us to know?
If this life is some sort of game, you're my target, you're my aim.
If all my wishes don't come true, atleast i tried and so shall you.
If we in the end were never ment to be, you're my friend, and i guess that is good enough for me.
I want you to know that, whatever mood, whatever weather, my arms will never fold together.
I always want you to know that i'll be there for you in the end, as a lover or as a friend.

Submitted: Friday, September 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013
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