Hold on to your life as

Being here can’t contrive

That when times are benign

Oh please take it in stride.

Fighting, laughing, crying and more

Your heart gets to be a little tad sore

So hold your heart as close as you can

As we ride this journey to another land.

Being here can be whatever you want

For a few are ever told, so let’s unfold

This life is forever a mould.

Can being here be underneath us?

Or are we just floating above it all?

One’s mind can only behold that

The truth will always be told!

 

vine