Like a winding clock we go round all day, and each time it stops we gone pause and wait, forcin fate to take the weight of all mistakes, we gone cause the break, we'd all be to blame, we'd all face the same end of days, and I don't know bout you but I'd like to stay, I like life this way, I know times are harder, on all of us, we all fight the same fight, all as one, war has come, and it seems we've all become unstuck, are we out of luck, when did love die, to be replaced with lust, when these doves cry, and the wind sings songs of the place above, but I'm honestly sick of constantly lookin up, so I pray on my knees with my eyes closed, don't need to see what I can't know, it's easier if we don't know why, will we all end up in the place in the sky? I don't need to know, I'm happy enough just to be alive. I think maybe I'll let life decide my fate, maybe it's ignorance, I may be oblivious, maybe I'm different than everyone else, I don't really seem to fit in anywhere well, most of the time I'm just by myself, just me and these thoughts and this pen and this page, as they weave back and forth and around in my brain, I think I'm insane, or maybe I'm just fuckin crazy.