Is there a top to any ones life? When you’re over the hill You must have been on the top at one time Life has pass me by So I’m still here bidding my time Soon to move on and start my life I look for comfort in another place When in a stressful place I go there in the back reaches of my mind Am I at my peak, now that I’m almost thirty? I’ve got to change this time, find some life And remain on top So I clime taking life step by step Reaching up, Dear GOD don’t let me give up Where is that top, don’t want to stop The top of life is what you have inside Where you’ve been, what you’ve did There is no real end just the chance to begin again At the top
Reason for writing:
Stone Mountain GA. is my place a place where I can get in toune with GOD. The nature the smell of pine in the air it is wounderful.
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