Sea Of Life
Busy streets and busy lives, busy, busy like busy bees in hives
Producing honey, producing money, producing magic paper got no worries
All of a sudden it suddenly seems that all these people have given up their dreams
A wake up call should make me appreciate what I have done, but I fear that it’s too late
The world will keep on spinning round
When I am laid deep, deep in the ground
Farewell struggle, farewell, farewell strife
I want to drown in the sea of life
Snapping pictures with my eyes, locked away in the dark room of my mind
Undeveloped scenes yet to unfold, snatched away no chance now to grow old
The sands of time will run out no matter what, must use the little time left that I’ve got
Why do I feel like I’m bereft of something more, some higher place, something to aim for?
The world will keep on spinning round
When I am laid deep, deep in the ground
Farewell struggle, farewell, farewell strife
I want to drown in the sea of life
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