Paroles de Life

Raise aching hands to weary skies tired bones on suffered ground. All of this I wish that I didn't let wear me down down, down, down, down, down. Down. Rest tortured bones in walls of pine. A resting place for all of time. But I don't want to leave behind the sweetly fragrant mist of life life, life, life, life, life. Life. Quiet spilling pale moon light casts a cross upon your smile as sleeping in my arms you lie peaceful in your dreams tonight, night, night, night, night, night. Night.