Every moment

I fight all the time,
Going trough fire.
I fight all the time,
I'm burning with desire.

I fight with my theets,
To find a place.
I fight with my theets,
I'm living in disgrace.

I want to have
What i didn't had.
I want to have,
I want it so bad.

I want to have
Everything that I lost,
I want to have,
The spirit of a ghost.

And every moment,
Is flying over us,
And every moment,
Is made of dust.

by DMoE
posted on 10/20/2007