I knew the gun was coming,
The bullets had been made...
...All that had to happen,
Before the man was crazed...
'Cause some things take longer than others...
To bear the fruit of time...
There's always something wrong to put right...
There's always someone wants to fight...
The circle spins around both ways...
The bouncing ball will choose your fate...
...So place your bets with utmost care...
And wager only what you have to spare...
That bullet passes through us all...
And time won't stop its deadly call...
Preparation is the word ...
That makes the end seem so absurd...
Soft, chosen words, gently spoken...
Never repair the bones that are broken...
But carefull whispers to our heart...
Could stop what rips our World apart...
When we know where we're going, we map every step...
Preparing our journey with no pre-concepts...
But wondering if our road will turn this way and that...
The grass is so much greener, if we think before we act....
