Life is the game that must be played.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
Where's the need of singing now?
Do you hear the children singing?
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.