a tale of no beginning because where does life begin? does it begin with the spring time daffodil or begin with the winter snow? does it begin with the summer daisies or begin with the autumn fall? we're born to life - as we are to death so much to give - so much to see and do and yet in life the seasons pass by and by can we hold our heads high and say we did the right thing? in life, that's only a question our own hearts can answer.
the scrapes in the playground and the ignorant stares just told you one thing that nobody cares
you bury your head and keep walking for miles you know what they said yet they're still full of smiles
the adulthood beatings and the bad-timing meetings just because you don't look the part can be criminal, damaging you're left lying and bleeding stabbed with a knife in your heart
but back to my tree now and the seasons of life you people like rhyming but i'm done
my tale with no beginning comes to an end but where does life end? does it end with the spring time daffodil or end with the winter snow? does it end with the summer daisies or end with the autumn fall? we're born to death as we are to life so much to have given - but so much not done and yet in death the seasons pass by and by can we hold our heads high and say we did the right thing? in death, that's only a question we can take with us.
11 years, 8 months & 13 days ago
