The point of life i know ,
to be happy and sad and so ,
to defile , and sin and Obscure
to repent , and pray ... thats for sure
To look upon the heavens where you are ,
to try and wish upon a star ,
representing life , and birth
Or a planet destroyer , who comes to Earth
And though the screams and cries never stop ,
and pure souls are cleaned with a dirty mop
there will be heroes , foretold
who will be brave , and strong and Bold
well if they are bold , it will be cold ...
SO WITH hAIR SHALL THEY BE !
And THEY Will All MAke You SEE ,
when they rise their sword and shields
and they roar upon the battlefields ,
I ShALl be THErE !
on the hills , with a Schyte and a feather in my hand
watching those souls , and try again to understand ....
what is life ?