People die every day, innocent in every way.
As they led their struggles through life, they kept wandering around their troubles and strife.
But their chopices never let them choose
and their words were often misused
to condem and dismantle , every glimpse of hope
That we would see them in some glimmer of
light was not on their side, it only brought loneliness and defeat as they lived their lies
yet they lived as they should have, and kept up on their feet
Their lives were normal, until they met the deceased.
But their chopices never let them choose
and their words were often misused
to condem and dismantle , every glimpse of hope
That we would see them in some glimmer of
But their chopices never let them choose
and their words were often misused
to condem and dismantle , every glimpse of hope
That we would see them in some glimmer of
Life.