Life she holds the purse strings
She's really in control
She claims to have possession
But she'll never own my soul.
She can set my limitations
Take my gold and silver too
But my soul wil sore to freedom
When my final days are through.
I need my independence
I need to learn what's right or wrong
But she stifles all my growing -
I think I'll die before too long.
She's choking my ambitions
To escape - these drugs I'll try
Yes, I long for peace and darkness
And the moment when I die.
Death is waiting soft and silent
I'll find comfort in her arms
As I escape life's hugh restrictions
When I embrace my death's sweet charms.
Life can THINK she holds the purse strings
She may THINK she keeps control
But I'm nearing my destruction
With the freedom of my soul!! |
