The peace and quiet some would say
I say the nosier the better
The thoughts that go on in my head
are somthing to be forgotten
Like,Were we put on this earth
to die and be forgotten
or were we put on this earth
to do something great
only to be forgotten
The time here goes by so quickly
and then so, slowly.
The people are so nice and sweet
only to turn bad and ugly
good deeds you hear of so little
Murderous and killers there are so many
the next day comes and the last is forgotten
The brave one says that the troubles have gone
they've been forgotten
just one week later he's on a cross crucified
Twice a year he will be rememberd.