Less
Sunrise, sunset.
These days I won't forget.
Celebrations of our death,
When every day she's my place to rest.
And sometimes I would,
And sometimes I could feel blessed.
And sometimes I should,
And sometimes I could feel less.
Strange times, strange bets,
When every wager made holds my soul in debt.
Kingdoms and Queen's forget,
While we dance our way 'til life begets.
Writer/s: Mat McHugh
