Post by sweet_dreams on Sept 4, 2002 15:30:44 GMT -5
Life is never
what it seems;
just a moment
caught within a dream.
Voices slip
so silently away
and to the music,
gently sway.
How can we tell
that this is life
or just another nightmare.
Even here
we struggle-fight
as in the passing
comes the fear.
Bred from doubt,
I've gone away.
You are so distant-
and I so far.
The end may come
within this day;
but my legs give out-
will not bear me far.
The hearbeat stops
I have crosses the bar.
what it seems;
just a moment
caught within a dream.
Voices slip
so silently away
and to the music,
gently sway.
How can we tell
that this is life
or just another nightmare.
Even here
we struggle-fight
as in the passing
comes the fear.
Bred from doubt,
I've gone away.
You are so distant-
and I so far.
The end may come
within this day;
but my legs give out-
will not bear me far.
The hearbeat stops
I have crosses the bar.
