
The chimes grow louder
The bell gongs
And yet I'm prouder
Of your crazy rock songs
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Troubled beyond belief
The best at heart
We've all known great and heavy grief
Wishing it wasn't such a troubled start
--
And grow little seed grow
To become something so complex
I pray it won't be soon when I go
But I fear that soon, I must rest
--
Oh how you showed me things I've never known
The things that were in front of me
I had hoped to have grown
Into something that you'd be proud to see
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Hardships break the spirit, and eventually the mind
If not for you, my best and truest friend
I do not know if it was peace that I would find
Only you and one other, will I worry about most in the end
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Time does come for all of us, someday
The fires were burning so bright
Burned them hotter than one should, night and day
It leaves one with little left to use in the fight
--
For the cold hand still reaches out from beyond this plane
Its icy pull reaching further for its prey
It's the knowing not everything will get done that's often insane
So, it's to the angel that one must say, not today
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The looks of doubt and fear growing more frequent
Push on like a soldier, fighting through the worst of pain
The bill that all must pay becomes more and more delinquent
For of the undone as you're slowly washed away with the rain
--
Again, to the angel, we scream no, not today
Clutching onto the things that matter with an unknown might
To feel the warmth and light of every new sun's ray
To live, laugh, feel, and enjoy, through one more night
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Heads drop
And eyes grow weary
Do not stop
No matter how dreary
--
Until that last inevitable breath you take
Always a chance to win
Or to stay and be human, and make one more mistake
If only to show your resolve, as you dig in
--
To the angel, the words are no, not today
There is till much to be done
Yes, there's the bill that you must pay
But you'll not give up that day in the sun
--
Someday you know that the reaper will collect you
But until that time it is he whom you reject
Because until that bill is finally do
Screw him, with all due respect
About the Creator
The Man Behind The Mask
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.



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