The start of death

First thyith always cryith

First thyith tries to stay

Why does everyone go

Why does every bestow

How life crumbles within our hands

How life breaks with one stance

How life can crumble within our hands

The drugs of life seem to high

The drugs of life seem to try

How our life somehow dies

How our life always ask why

What do you think hurts us bad

What do you think that makes us mad

Life is ruined half the time

Life is lovely within what lyes

How the blue rain skies seem drenched

How us poor die on a bench