SoulSpeach     |   home                                                    Title 128 Clowns and Poets This is all that we are Some only look near Some gaze near and far We'll all die in the end But will we die knowing a true friend Clown and Poets We do not mix Some play with their brains Some play with the rock and the stick Some come far Some go near Some live in peace Some tread with fear Some will come back Some will stay One day our life will end Some day it will be taken away Chose how you live Chose how you die Chose what you know Chose when and why Dont chose to go Chose to stay Chose to live Chose to steal the day