To grasp a living thing
To love a human being
To know it all can end
To listen to the words of a dying man
When will it end?

To feel the hands of love
To brake the feeling of love
Living in a world with love and hate
When will it end?

The birds they chirp with silence in there lungs
The neighbors wake up without a stir into there days
A man is walking away from the grasps of life
A woman is in labor to a new born
When will it end?

A young boy contemplates the good and the bad in life
A young boy hangs himself in the cold stale bathroom
The young boy rots up the air
No one dares to walk in
No one will want to find what they have always feared it would be
When will it end?

The air
The wind
The ground
All around us
Surrounding are every move
Trying to escape the cruel world before it all caves in on us
When will it end?

The clock ticks on
The wind blows oh so harder
The stale chips swollen my taste buds
I wonder when it all will end.