Instead of Dead

Whenever you know something's wrong

You can come to me

If you only believed in miracles

You would see

What they really mean to me

I've looked at angels 

Right in their eye

And I wondered why 

They would sing:

Beautifully; you speak,

Travelled down roads;

You are traveling;

Fallen down so quick,

You are just so weak,

You are unraveling; 

At your core,

You shouldn't speak

Till you are in ecstacy

Passion don't cost that much

Love don't cost a thing

What are you waiting for

The bell rings 

And your on the floor complaining

The sound of music nurturs your soul

It's better to be patient 

Than so damn bold

What will you do

When your poor tired face

And aching back and injured knees

Give up on you

You are growing old

"That is what they do," they said.

When you get old

You no longer have a hold on them

Should you just give up 

Or show em how it's done instead

Trust me they think you are better off dead

So do what you do and celebrate life

Instead..... Of being dead....

Do what do

Confuscious has you in a choke hold

Rock vanity till I die

Or the look in some strangers eye

Doesn't compare to behold

The look of the angels' eyes

Couldn't be more passionate

About celebrating life

Instead of being dead