HOPE

A man stands in the shadows,             Of his own gloom,                             Never realising,                                 Those feelings are true,                   Just existing in life,                           Without really knowing,                       It just creeps up,                               Then the pain begins showing,       He’s waiting on god,                         For his judgment day,                       To stand at the gates,                       Where he’ll have his say,                  To feel like a king,                                 All glory and pride,                             Next like a peasant,                        Just biding his time,                           So what’s the point,                              In sitting right back,                             Or waiting on miracles,                     To keep us on track,                             It’s up to you,                                         To turn things around,                         Get your head from the clouds,           Get your feet on the ground,               Start living your life,                             Before you know it’s gone,                  Stop lying around,                                Get up, Get it done,                              Because the irony of life,                      Is that one day comes death,              The meaningless darkness,                 When we breathe our last breath.