Poems: Life is Life.

The Good Will Die Young

When we found ourselves in trouble,
We think no help is possible,
Through the flames, it's hard to see,
On we just could let it be;

We learn how things can end from a short life,
Caused by a sharpen knife,
Just remember we meet up and say goodbye when the clock strikes nine;

One by one,
We burn out once we reach the sun,
If it's one thing we've learned,
Only the good will die young;

In times of dying,
There's no point in denying,
We all will be leaving;

When my time comes,
I hope there will be tears for some,
I'll wear my black dress,
Put me down with lots of broken bless,
Just remember we meet up and say goodbye when the clock strikes nine;

One by one,
We burn out once we reach the sun,
If it's the one thing we've learned,
Only the good will die young;

In our final hours,
Will remember what was ours,
Laying in a bed of flowers,
Voices will be calling,
There will be crying,
Just remember we meet up and say goodbye when the clock strikes nine;

One by one,
We burn out once we reach the sun,
If it's one thing we've learned,
Only the good will die young;