mischief

[Ibro2g]

It's a tragedy when one loses his best
It's a memory which will never rest
with a melody we agree it is a test
physically, its mischief in our nest.

When death comes we fear to go
We always claim it's just a foe
We strive to continue to grow
but it blindly answers us no.

No matter the strength of guys
Their eyes drown when one dies
Since for living we have to pay a price
we will spend life in just, if we are wise.

[ummita]

So mischeif is death on its own!!! Well u one way or d other go thru d mischeif.

Nice poem Ibro, but it got hairz standin @ d bck of my neck!!

[Ibro2g]

Ofcause, And I suggest we replace the lost ones wid the ones found. I can replave his brother and she my mother, ya know. Let life go on, thats the way it is.