Maybe this is the time of my life
Where nothing really matters
But anything and everything goes
When nothing is life threatening
Or altering in anyway
No work beaten fingers
Just the simplicity of play

Maybe this is the time of my life I'd like to forget
Where all bothersome insects hibernate
Where the devil seeks me
Full intentions to make me pay
For loving a God ever forgiving
For having my body rot on Earth
While my soul rests in Heaven with the living

Maybe this is just the time
Full of nothing and something for everyone
Where we all get to pick and choose
All get to be hurt and love
This is just the time for life
Where each morning a new day ready for anything is begun

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