Recipe of Life

A bird sings in the morning
A word brings you a warning
A lot of light will shine and glow
A shot on sight for debt you owe

A life will begin and it will end
A knife within, no way to mend
A heart is broken and full of pain
A start awoken and pulled by chain

A gun is shot into the sky
A sun is lost as time goes by
The snow and frost is on the land
The soul in knots, you try to stand

The pain you feel won't go away
The stain will peel away the day
The hope inside has left you dead
The slope and slide, you hit your head

The darkness hits you in the face
The remarkness leaves without a trace
The light has left without a doubt
The night has crept about, you shout

You run and hide from all the hate
The fun inside begins to dissipate
The truth you see may be invisible
The proof to be may seem so critical