The rain it pours and drips down window panes

Children sing songs of old men bumping heads

So sad the fates words seal with no gains

I fear old men should stay away from beds

Death creeps and sneaks through cracks hidden and small

Choices create impacts craters form graves

Black Shadow lurks carries a scythe for all 

Tears pour from red eyes drown my voice it caves

Old men learn to chuckle say not today

Keep love in feeble hearts weak beat take pills

Make peace decide for self when to away

Not bending to unknowing children's wills

Tow guarantees in forms of tax and death

Live chasing love and running out of breath