Tomorrow isnt promised to anyone, neither is today,
Life doesnt consider feelings, merely watches them decay,
So say someone, namely God, could pick and choose,
Does he sit on a throne of gold, points and shouts "you loose"???
Or would he cast a meeting, with thousands and thousands of names?
His disciples would help him choose the players to his morbid game,
"This one forgot the commandments your holiness" a terrible sinner.
But little does this failure to God know, that he's this hour's winner,
Just because this wise man didnt believe what he could not see,
His entire world is cancelled, and will be on permanent leave,
But like all the rest, everyone will believe it was just another,
Another life and family destroyed, hopes and dreams to the gutter,
This so called God take's the one's that are loved most of all,
But not someone who begs to leave, how could he be so cruel?
If this is true, then he must control these terrible disasters,
The famine, the poverty, and this creation is a master?
So when you hear the thunder roar, he might be rolling your dice,
And when you see the lightening hit, you know he's got a life.
Tomorrow isnt promised to anyone, neither is today,
Tomorrow isnt promised to anyone, but we all have to play.
