Sometimes life treats us wrong
Makes us hear hell’s songs
Everything goes the other way
Nothing will just sit and stay
We just keep living it the best we can
Hoping that we’ll find something that will ban
All the bad things we feel
And gives us a heart of steel
After all, we will all need a break sometime
We just hope that that time won’t sting like lime
We might find a hope
That looks like a rope
We climb it all the way to see what lies above
To find it was only a way
To waste our love, to burn it in the hot stove
Wishing that we had another chance to stay
Because now everything is lost
Everything is burned like a toast
You live the nightmare
The nightmare where nothing is fair
Just as everything is lost, and nothing can be fixed
Sadness and darkness get mixed
You realize you only have a few moments
To make sure others don’t make the same mistake
The mistake of putting everything at stake
Just for a stove high above in the rope of false hope..
But then you wake up
To find it was only a dream that had to stop
Now you realize the value of your life, your time
To waste it is nothing but a crime
Now you use every minute, every second
To have everything reckoned..
Don’t waste any minute of your life being sad, or angry, be happy, and spread that happiness all around you..
Anas Badi
Tripoli, Libya