Sandboxes are for playing
Little children laugh and cry
Build your castles big and strong
Before you grow old and you die

Trucks and dolls are for fantasies
Little children smile and sigh
Build your dreams while you can
Before your time comes and you die

Life and breath are for real
Little children work hard and try
Build yourself real strong and sure
Death is always stalking and you die

Thoughts

Roads of death
Winding down the hill
I can see the tranquility
I can feel the serenity
Which door
Which death

Dying

Sometimes I wished I would be
A happily ever after princess
Or that I would die
It bothered me if I died
You might not care
Faced with dying
I preferred to put the living thoughts
And memories away
Deep in my head
Where no one could see
Not even me
I died
Inside