Life in general
Is a ball
As we race
Through times hollowed hall
Leaving mearly traces
Of what has been
Never knowing
What could have been
Pictures left by emotion
Painted out of love and devotion
Sculptures Sculpted
By busy hands
Leaving mear memories
Of all but forgotten lands
So much lines those hallowed halls
To stand as a reminder
of Rised and falls
Still in the end it doesn't matter
What you painted
Its who you touched
Before your fall
