Sitting in a station
People pass, young and old
Some see their loved ones, full of elation
Some travelling, departing, not arriving, stories untold
I am forgotten, Dust on my name
Passing gravestone after gravestone
They say life is a Game
There are no things that I need to atone – for
For I am young now, let me live life
We do not understand, Age does not matter
99 year old doctor, grandfather
4 year old daughter
A few lines not telling their strife
Of broken bones and broken hearts
Of lost friends and abusive parents
Of a happy life, it felt like eons
Of the Gold I filled in carts
Everything has left now, hear their steps echoing
The real test has started now
3 Questions deciding, the following
Who is your Lord?
What is your Religion?
Who is your Prophet?
This life like a stone, sticking out of it a sword
Your heart determines your condition
Let the water out and you are set
It is the weapon of Choice.