I raise my hands and bow my head
Searching for truth in words written in red
They tell me that there’s more to life than just what I can see …Well, I can’t quote the book, the chapter or the verse
But you can’t tell me it all ends with a slow ride in a hearse
You know I’m more and more convinced, the longer that I live
That this can’t be …No, this can’t be all there is.
Her Complex Musings 