Thought Riot Walking Stick For The Weak
Upon reflection,
My heart as well harbours innocent hopes, in the forever
That fairy tale "ever after"
And I'll let such musings co-exist,
With my belief no temporal guarantees exist
This world keeps moving on.
Can we admit that when it's time, maybe it's time?
(Sometimes it's just hard to say so)
And pull a coup on our feeble despotic pride?
Once the seeds of change have been sown,
These tragedies lend greatness to the lives,
That we share, when we're there,
And I'll say yes, to the end,
The ever dying moment
Knowing that this is all the time we'll ever get;
For you and me it's sufficient.
In time though all things end,
Our vivacity endures and we'll carry on the dreams.
This thirty year old war may soon cease to belong,
But we'll carry on the dreams.
I've faced the rise and fall,
Witnessed the come and go,
Appreciating all tomorrow may steal away.
I'll shed my tears (I'll shed my tears)
Then wipe them clear (then wipe them clear)
As I watch you, crumble away!
Go, go, go!
Crumble away!
Go, go, go, go!
Piece by piece
Once what was is now fleeting memory.
And now all that is, we think will forever be.
The exception to the rule, aren't we the fools.
Flux is all there is; embrace the to be.
In time though all things end!
Our vivacity endures!
And we'll carry on the dreams!
In time though all things end!
Our vivacity endures!
And we'll carry on the dreams!
Appreciating all tomorrow may steal away.
I'll shed my tears (I'll shed my tears)
Then wipe them clear (then wipe them clear)
And carry on: And carry on!
I'll carry on the dreams.
