Respiriai Ancora

Every day's a step towards death;
Every day's a wasted breath.
Every tear is left uncared;
Every thought is left unshared.

Everyone dies.
Everyone cries.
Everyone tries.

And no one cares.

One way train into a wall.
Nonstop trip into a fall.
This is it, the time is here-
Tis time to face all your fear.



This dirge compsed by Benjamin with the assistance of Randall. All rights reserved. Kiss our grits. Not that either of us know how to make grits. But BOY OH BOY can we make crappy prose.