|
Everyone has their staircase They don't know where it leads No one can ever follow behind yours, Nor anyone, you ever precede
Some stairs are big, Some stairs are small Some are lucky to be standing at all Your stairway is yours, for you alone to climb Everyone will achieve this feat when it is their time
In a time that men vanish away Along with what they own But still there is a staircase Signified by a headstone
Some stairs will be cased in glass Some will break and fall Some indeed will last While others merely fade, never used at all.
Same as with Drawing, this one is mine too. Don't steal it. It's in my book, of which only a handfull of copies exist, but I still have the rights to them.
|