Life keeps going and going it has its own speed,
Not caring how much people wants it to stop.
Just to take a breath, round and round it goes until there's nothing left.
Hearing the sound of the wind not feeling the earth spin,
As slow as a blooming red rose.
For no one can foretell the untold that life holds, it's like ours souls have been sold
To life.
It's what we fight for even if we die trying. We say a life lived is one to die for.
Life comes from trees as big as skyscrapers and dark yet bright green grass that catches your eye as you walk pass, we are life...it's in our soul and mind its what makes us whole.