Saturday, April 16, 2011

SANDS



Because of the time remaining,
Like an hour glass is draining,
I am no longer straining,
To be like one of them.

My respect for them is fading,
Now I'm beyond all grading,
In this system I was made in,
To be like one of them.

The light I've seen, I'm praying,
In this game I will not play in,
No more shall I stay in,
To be like one of them...