Life is a gentle 

unnoticed until it bleeds

temperment of a king 

crimson streams of leaves 

we can beg and plead

until father time harvest his seeds 

more time is all we will ever need

but giving time, takes time

and as patience goes blind

we refuse to close our eyes 

open our minds to see the silent lies 

peacefully awaiting the answers to life

when knowing the question is just as wise

so why must every living thing die?

would an immortal man appreciate life

or simply live just to die

young minds have no concept of time in seconds

lost within' the unrapping of the present

every day feels like an eternity 

gone within the blink of spiritual harmony

a endless life will never be fully lived

this is why, my mortality was a gift