Their dying breath
A fifty/fifty mental balance,
Was something I thought I could never achieve,
I thought I could be high or low,
Because it was something I could not conciede,
Although my mind is balanced I know I can still reach paradise,
When I leave behind those who's hearts and souls are as cold as ice,
A fifty/fifty caring sharing situation is how it should always have been,
Instead of being confronted by people who are very mean,
Communication is the key to life this could rid you of alot of strife,
Life could become easier everyday,
Aslong as you speak your mind to people who are unkind,
Don't pander down to the bully boys,
Who are there with all their noise,
These people have to die a slow horrible death,
And go to hell long before their dying breath.