when night comes and aim is lost,
illusions were true and it ain't yours,
sail forth, sail through the seven seas,
stars show a path u shall not miss,
if smooth were the sand, feel through thy toes,
too smooth the way thy feet shall go,
lil pebbles along the way,
to carve in kindness, there they shall stay,
silver lining, every cloud own,
gold lining not made known.
Me love the way this poem rhymes,
the way me love the grand clock chimes.
3 clicks the shoes, home shall i be,
can't wait the day 'Win' shall be me,
apparations of children climbing the tree,
oh, that's actually my sisters and me!
Life's too short, candle burnt, brief,
Fear not to death but life unlived.