Thinking of life
As roses in the hand
War between peace and strife
Of the water and the sand
Smiling at the fate
But crying at the destiny
The pain slowly gone abate
From dissonance to harmony
Sharing the wealth
And the good luck
But forget the health
In between you get stuck
Make it a slow ride
Life is too slow
Holding it down in pride
Will stop the usual flow
A person that resembled me
He introduced as me himself
Prisoner of the past memories, poor we
That day, I shot him and killed myself!