Ant Smith

Mortality

This Man

A man can't always trust his tongue

A man can't know where he comes from

And a man can't always like his friends

And this man just cannot pretend

No this man just cannot pretend

A man won't know enough's enough

A man won't ignore bouts of lust

A man won't do, what a man must

This man survives on just good luck

This man survives on just good luck

A man don't always stand up right

A man don't dream, but for the night

And a man don't have no perfect sight

This man is dark but for your light

This man is dark but for your light

And in my short experience

A man's life makes such, little sense

Unless, until and in the end

What?

Well, what?

Well what then?

Mortality