This Life

 

By Angela Kempe

 

The rain keeps falling

The wind is gonna blow

The sun keeps shining

And you won’t even know

 

The moon keeps phasing

like the ocean tide

While you stand there waiting

Till all the leaves have dried

 

While you get older

Another soul is born

Someone is celebrating

But go ahead and mourn

 

Children want what you have

But you want childhood back

While everything is white

All you focus on is black

 

Somebody’s leaving

And somebody’s come

And when you think that you’re smart

You find out that you’re dumb

 

They want what you have

And you want some more

Maybe instead of sulking

You should be grateful for

This life

 

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Author: angelakempe

A songwriter, musician, and writer

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