• In life it seems no matter what we Do we Never win
    For though we strive to become what we wish
    Life fights back and always is to be the victor
    But is this our fault do we bring this upon our selfs

    For we dwell in our past and use it as a unworthy key
    To try to unlock our life the way we wish and believe
    And for when we are dead what do we show
    Will our past be all our life is shown for

    But yet is death only yet but a past
    for this my mind wonders at the loneliness of nights
    For I am a coward among these people
    only to be seen as my past

    Though I run from my past not to embrace it
    For my past is not a life I wish to live
    As if it were A nightmare only to haunt
    Every dreadful night before it catches me

    We run though these woods of life as the trees are set,
    Stable they seem but unsure for what they are
    The path is set for us but why do we fear it
    For we are cowards among these people