To fortune man is just a pawn,
And till from earth he's dead and gone,
A happy life he hasn't led
For Dest'ny cares not where we tread
In life, she is a terrible judge.
If you're at peace she'll give a nudge
Then soon you're wealth she'll confiscate
And leave you poor to speculate
Why fate has been so cruel

Sunday, May 20, 2007

A Song

Lately I've been doing a lot of piano composition and song writing. I've finished a couple of songs so far. I decided to write all of them under one theme, so kind of like an album thing. The Album is called 'A Darkening World'. Huh. I told you I wrote dark poetry...






By the way, please excuse my terrible singing voice. I know it's bad, but at least the piano and words are decent I think.

1 comment:

Ptáček said...

Sounds delightfully morbid...alas, it won't load for me.