What was mine, is gone..

I have been carrying these bridges now for a long time.
Who would ever think that it was now your time to shine.
To many loads to lift, but not a lot of time to do it.
Let's all pitch in to help one another out, there's no time to play, or no time to sit.

We are a walking zombie, to each his own.
There's too many pieces to pick up once it all falls down.
All those king horses and all those kings' men.
Let's try to re start this all over once more.
Let's rebuild this paradise, let's make it like it was before.

I love the way that you would stare into my eyes.
Is this another lullabye or a sweet goobye.
Tell me am I going to heaven or just another passerbye?
©terrylin53