Thursday, 21 July 2011

...As it seems

I love my life and all that comes with it.
All that comes with it?...not really I must admit.
My treasures are laid in dark places,
My heart is placed on glass hands. I fear it could fall to pieces.

I’m tired of fighting for my right
My rights don't seem much these days to put up for a fight.
I can only stand and watch it fade out of sight
Fading each second like the sun chases the night.

Maybe I’m fighting for the wrong causes
I can't tell, but I’m counting just my losses
Life is sweet, same life could be mean
I love my life...I don't think I like all that comes with it.