feedback...good or bad!!!!!? The Top of the Montain (titile)
And the heaven’s let out thy sorrow,
For tomorrow, there would not be
And he, who took thy lead,
Grabbed his noble stead, and rode,
For this their last abode.
He started with a quickened haste,
Quickly picking up the pace,
Had his goals on his mind,
They wouldn’t be left behind.
He was better than the best,
Stronger than the rest,
More determined then them all.
But his time had passed,
He just couldn’t last.
The best of the best.
And the heaven’s let out thy sorrow,
For tomorrow, there would not be
And he, who took thy lead,
Grabbed his noble stead, and rode,
For this their last abode.
He started with a quickened haste,
Quickly picking up the pace,
Had his goals on his mind,
They wouldn’t be left behind.
He was better than the best,
Stronger than the rest,
More determined then them all.
But his time had passed,
He just couldn’t last.
The best of the best.