Treasure Island

Gabriell Riley


No One Gets Out of Here Alive


No one gets out of here alive
No soul a sunder could ever survive
We cling so tight to our innocence and grace
For fear we lose ourselves in the mess the social rat race
No one gets out of here alive
Neither thought nor dream contrived
We keep our hopes and aspirations a hidden
Nothing greater than our secret prison
No one gets out of here alive
Our journey we cannot decide
For destiny has our lives mapped out
Complete strangers lost on this route
No one gets out of here alive
This is a sombre thought to true
But we can live and dream with hopes in-between
And let our destiny flow to
No one gets out of here alive
The immortal days are through
But the words of a man
May help you understand
Our time is no near due

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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