Lifeline

He can't explain this life
and he says his guess is just as good as mine
but I tell him I fall back on something divine
and if he just looks for the signs
then he'll find
peace of mind
I tell him he can't possibly believe that certain things were weaved and magically intertwined
and after some time
ya da ya da we get into it time after time
but one thing he can't deny
is the time
the fact that we all got a deadline
when well be riding that deadline
and most of us won't be making too many headlines
he asks me what's the point of being alive when its like you're going through life on an incline
like every step is more like every climb
I tell him God guides who He wills and who's looking for a guide
so direct your cries to the sky
but he claims no reply
he can't let go of his priceless vices and neither can I
as the crisis heightens he stops wanting to try
I give my concise insight but its like he looks back at me with sightless eyes
why can't he just comply?
why can't we just coincide?
he CAN'T be content with the idea that were going through life simply waiting to die
until, someone, dies...
I ask you what now, is the worth of a life?
You held true
That once we were through
Nothing would move
Speak or feel, that it was all lies
Until it all became too real right in front of your eyes
you see this young man
he was 20
he played knick knack and made his money
but knick knack
click clack
throw a dog his bone
and I think we all know this man didn't come home
the questions aren't why when and how
the question is what do we do now
because if his passing is a cause for you to turn your life around
what better reward can you give him?
with tears in his eyes he told us forgive him
but we had nothing to forgive him for
but it did make me question, what are we living for
made me question, what's the worth of a life?
is it worth a bullet and a knife
1:00 at night
under the street lights?
or does it have a higher price?
we all wish there was a rewrite
but the funny thing about time
is that there's no rewind
and the funny thing about life is that contenders finish second
pretenders finish first
and nice guys finish last
night skies remind me of the past
we love to fast forward
and we hate to flashback
its a fact
but you see that doesn't deter me
would you believe it if I told you my book says nice guys have the last laugh?
no not in this life
because you see this life is only a prelude to the next
that's where I set my life's worth
because the truth is
we don't define how we live our lives
we are defined by how we live our lives...
but like I said, we get into it time after time
so at the end of the day, for him is his way, and for me is mine..