almost over

tho this life is almost over
and i'm slightly bent
still my soul does wonder
just what it all has meant

all the struggles and wars
seem so petty and small
and the dreams of the youth
such a long distance call

here at the end
with no fight left inside
it seems such a waste
all the truth we did hide

ideas and dreams
that we try to make real
oh so important
how we'll lie and we'll steal

one thing over learned
in this game we call life
love is so rare
in this land filled with strife

accept who you are
and the same for all others
it's not right to hurt
for in truth we're all brothers