Burning Rope

The warming sun,the cooling rain.
The snowflake drifting on the beath of the breeze,
The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through.
The world of love,the cries of hate,
And the man in the moon whon seduced you
Then finally loosed you.

You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below.
But you had put the flaming out so that others could now follow.
To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well.

You must blaze a trail of your own,unknown,alone
But keep in mind
Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun,etc.

You're old and disillusioned now as you realise at last,
That all you have accomplished
here will have soon
all tuned to dust.
You dream of a future after life,well that's as maybe,
I don't know.
But you can't take what you left behind,
you're all alone.
So keep in mind
Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal.
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun,etc.