I heard it on the speakers,
late last night.
Must we always,
do what were told?
Light a fire to lead the way.
I boarded up the windows,
of my house.
So I can complete,
something worth doing.
We’re all growing old.
Time is running out.
To think that everyone,
must die,
and we all want,
to be something that matters.
Searching for a former clarity.
To be what’s worth while.
To think all roads come,
to an end.
Then we climb the ladder.
I need to be better.
I need to live better.
To be all that I can be,
and live within the laughter.
I’ll find my way before I part.
