Life

Life is a fickle thing

For most, it doesn’t last long

For some it passes in a weary fling

And for some in a beautiful song

Life is a fickle thing

It never really rests

Controlling your movements with deceit and cunning

And an illusion of great fest

Life is a fickle thing

Existing as a ladder to climb

Some reach the top with great daring

While some remain behind

Life is a fickle thing

So many secrets, does it hide

We pray and plead for it to bring

Those hidden words to light