Devotion III

From the moment we're born our sun is made to set, so just how much time will you waste? Every Rope Has Its End. We live like we're invincible, but there's a truth we just can't ignore how much of this life will be thrown away? Every Rope Has Its End. "So It goes" leaves turn from green to gold And fall back to earth, dust turned to stone and back to dust. Every last sea will merely be salt, bone white grains tumble through the (hour) glass. The end lives in us all waiting for it's time To breath out so why Would we shorten the thread, when there are so many mountains to Conquer, so many bridges to burn, so many busted hearts to mend, and so many enemies left to crush. There's a pine box with my name. There is a plot for you and me. There will be no more hurt no more sadness no more uncertainty. There will be no more hope no more love no more devotion no more us no more length to grasp cause... Every rope has its end!