#this is end

There will be time When we’ll all die. There won’t be roses, Gifted to wives of soldiers’ Nor music blasting through The megaphone’s of teens’ There won’t be sun Rising in my parents’ garden, Nor threat to my grandma’s tears.

‘Cause it will be the end Of this mistake We’re calling human’s life.

I cannot wait for day to come, I’m tired to be dying out of pain And when the sky turns everlasting black, I’ll seize the day,

The final day. But don’t be fooled- I’m more than scared For everything I love to die in tears. And I’m tired of having to compare Love and hate

Or hope and fear. But take my hand, And I’ll take yours. And even though we’re both afraid, We’ll flight through darkness- To final day