There are many ways to describe life, but the on I find the best is as a playwrite. |
"Script" There's an empty void in yourself, you'd rather not tell Just how much it hurts Broken dreams, on Saturn's rings don't try dwell on these trivial things It's just a part of life you see Hear the lines of this play this play is called "Life" and it doesn't go by the script at all times Somewhere in this universe, when planets have gone reverse and doubt is just a simple curse In this place you'll figure that this "grass is always greener on the other side", depends on your prespective Hear the lines of this play this play is called "Life" and it doens't go by the script at all times And in that little void you see, you could put a lot of things Like love without walls, walls without broken crufixes meaning "peace" and did I fail to mention that peace doesn't come from bombshells Peace isn't found in financial wealth It's an offspring of love, and compassion Hear the lines of this play this play is called "Life" and it doesn't go by the script at all times It's written by some hand, by one we'll never understand Someone out there writes our plays, day to day. |