Theres always a question I tend to ask myself?
Is life worth living for?
Is it worth living through all these wars?
The wars in which we have in our own back yards.
Nothing in this life is really ours.
The life that you have is really borrowed.
Thats because your not promised tomorrow.
You never know when its all going to end.
You never really know who's your true friend.
I don't expect to people to comprehend but at least understand.
The world were living in.
The battle were all fightin.
I see people fighting then wanting to die, but why?
Even I want to give up in this fight we all fight.
The fight for the right to live.
