Life's a Rented Home
Life is a rented home, One day you have to change.
Death when calls your name, You have to leave it.
When happiness becomes unhappy with you
It moulds itself into sadness.
A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns
You will become so innocent and helpless
That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin
Clean your heart with faith, Leave the dirty deeds.
Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell
Your condition will become so
Neither money nor power will work
And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.
2018-09-24 03:24:45
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