The Worlds Game

The world is changing, Time growing older, and our days become nothing but over seen reruns. Life dragged on through black and then white has lost our innocents to play, in such childish ways. Man has shed oh so many tears, through broken hearts, through misplaced years. A loss of will, a fall from grace has left us all in a curl twisted fate. Try to hold back, try to hang on but the world keeps changing and time says to move on. No more fighting, no more names, just one last tear to end the game.