Title: In This World
By: strangerocker
In this world that we call home
All is nothing and that it fills
They say time waits for none
At the top of these hills
We all are hurt and wounded
Our spirits, hopes and dreams
Crushed in the lines of tomorrow
In the rivers hollow streams
We are pierced by it's tip
A knife, a blade of the sharpest kind
In all of our lives we will never find
It can sneak past all, I call it time
This is the truth of our bitter ends
In which there's no true meaning
We fall before our strongest hopes
As our dreams go down careening