Death is like a wide, open sky
All friendly and inviting,
Such a well hidden lie.
Death is like a pink-haired lady
All smiles and bubblegum laughs,
What’s hidden beneath drives one crazy.
Death is like green grassy hill
All covered in wildflowers,
Underneath, horrors fill
Death is like a wide, open sky
Like a soft well-versed,
Loving mothers lullaby,
But underneath the song
Grow deadly thorns,
Following this path is wrong.
Life is like a crushing, oppressive cave,
Dark and damp, full of critters,
Hidden at the end, little poppies wave.
Life is like a black-dressed man
Grim faced and ever disapproving,
Hiding underneath, an outstretched hand.
Life is like a steep, foreboding mountain
Torn with jagged rocks and deep snow,
Hidden at the top an everlasting fountain
Life is like a crushing, oppressive cave,
Like a chain meant for a slave,
To bind him forever to the ground
But underneath the chain
Is the fount of youth
Follow this path and find the truth.