Smoking
It is the fear in soul,
A heart that\'s not whole
Shall be I’th tragedy
Of those who don\'t flee.
Those bright and old,
Those whose stories have not been told,
Lives will become unknown
If the flame is not disowned.
What will happen to our young?
When will our songs be sung?
How will the smoke end,
If we still pretend?
To you, now I say,
Please remember who’s prey.
When peer pressure is at bay,
With smoking, we shall not play.
As you smoke all still,
You start to write your will.
As the thrill
Is now a destined bill.
When you reach your end,
Death wields to be your friend,
Because if you don\'t put out the flame,
You shall be in pain.