Wet tears land on lost child’s frame, life is not a game,
Fools play in the street, until death steals something precious away,
One moment of carelessness takes a life time to fix,
No likeness should assume, I am immune, to a snake’s deadly perfume,
Go and tempt fate, see what is brings,
He is standing on precipice, he will soon be falling due to one kiss,
Crushed lost ones are not forgotten, they leave scars that are rotten,
I was thinking these thoughts, thoughts spinning through my mind,
Weeping woman, why do you weep?
I killed my babe and now I see,
Winding corners and spinning wheels, end a young fool’ life,
Maybe that’s harsh and even cruel, but,
Is it not reality?
Precious gift of life you’ve been given, you can fight, you can be driven,
I was thinking these thoughts, pondering them much,
Turning them over and flipping them again, and again,
Careful am I, knowing that I'm walking on the thin ice of life,
One push spinning it out control,
Hold it still.
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