one from the old archives

A journey through time
Lingers one, never fades
Plummets one to a psy nadir
A deep wound , a barren field and lots a blood
Was it me? Was it me? Was it me?

Never see, never be
Live and let be
Yes it was me! Yes it was me!

For tommorow's book keeping

Every dawn is followed by dusk
Every Sunrise has its sunset
No matter what the task
However much problems its beset
Accomplish everyone with the same bit of fun

When you look back all these years
Save One for posterity and two for self
And tales for all others to dwelve...........
Walk Tall with your head held high
Towards the rising Sun........