Binds

We're all connected on some sort of level

Bonded by the ties that bind

All the memories we sometimes revel

Twisted by the time we die

 

Gone to soon but who am I to judge 

Questioning if should miss em' or not

They made their mark by the sight of blood 

Their mind made up like the perfect knot

 

Who's next?

Are you ready?

Who's next?

Are you ready?

 

Blinded by the blindside of the unexpected

 A crisis born from uncertainty

Feelings so mixed and unrepentant

Would they have become an enemy

 

Holding on to what we had or so we thought 

Did you really know who they were 

Importance felt and purpose that can't be bought

Do you really know why they're in the dirt

 

Who's next?

Are you ready?

Who's next?

Are you ready?

Reviews

[Chris]

"Gone to soon..." - too?

This one has a thought-full feel ...a sort of "Alas poor yuric" - to me - about it

[AJ TheSnowMan]

I confuse the to and too's time to time unfortunately

[Chris]

we all do that... called being human. Our mind "sees" the right word regardless of the printed one - unless we read the words slowly and aloud after the first posting.