Price of living only goes up,
So say the elders.
I want only a bread and a butter,
Therefore I work from the morning
Up till the night.
I want to have clothes and music CDs,
You may call me old-fashioned,
But for me, life is not a breeze.
Such is the way,
People are strangers
And walk stranger ways.
I believe there is only time
That can defeat us.
It makes our skin wrinkle and thoughts fade away.
I tend to be waiting for my turn to get older
Be weak and fading away.
Stop me if I’m wrong
Stop me if I’m dying
Peace is coming our way
Peace is coming its own time
People stand in disbelief and wait for God
But the earth is not flat,
There are stories written in the Bible
That still require proofs
And time will show right
That there is a unique force
Guiding the skies.
Price of living is sadness
Emotions and stress,
Price of living is being beaten
And rising alone.
Price of living is an ability to fall
And fail when you want to win,
But the winner never takes it all,
There is always something left,
For loser to win back.