Words become like loaded guns
Hands become like weapons
And the human will becomes a terrible thing
In the hands of the feeble minded
Those who out of insecurity
Out of cowardice
Preserve power and wealth
With demonstrations of malevolence
Life is treated as throw away

Each day we choose life or death
Not only for us but many others
But the beautiful reality is painted black
When after a life of decadence
All that’s left is the rootless dream
The onslaught of time
Will carry away any trace of us
Yet the struggle of living brings
Out the many ugly faces of humanity

Life is frail, hold it close
But be sure to learn to let it go
Precious is the time of being here
That a little tolerance should be displayed
There’s nothing permanent in this world
So in its fleeting beauty
Carry on with great reverence
That not a single escapes
The return to nothingness