when life ends too soon
will you understand
why the day before won't be here anymore
life is always in forseen danger
what you won't see is any saviour
fate is not to blame
this is someone's mistake
it is only destiny when something has happened
don't drive yourself crazy looking for a pattern
seriousness appears on faces when death has been awoken
plenty of tears though nothing is spoken
music disguises what is all around
listen to history choose your choice
what you listen to is also your voice
so hear what you are listening and try to carry on
a bad experience will pick on anyone
to be or not to be is a question from way way back
what will be will be and that is a fact
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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