This Road Called Life
I have walked this road that we call life,
Have put to use the gun and knife.
Have heard the birds sing their song,
And wind and nature sing along.
The seasons passed much like breeze,
And wine and liquor there to please.
But life is more than it seems,
It's hard and soft,
Rough and smooth.
It's sweet and bitter
And fiery too.
But I shall never see much more,
Like the dead I am no more.
I cannot move, I cannot dance,
I cannot sing, I cannot prance.
And maybe just maybe as you're alive,
You'll make the most of this road called life.