The Question (Quicksand), by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

Quicksand of the moment, so many people cry.
We don't understand the question,
but still so many die.

It was a night just years ago
when all those young men left.
They didn't get the question,
but they got the answer-death.

Preparing for a baby,
she didn't realize
that so many things can happen,
until the night they died.

Quicksand of the moment, so many people cry.
We don't understand the question,
but still so many die.

Forgetting about Jesus.
Twas fadin from her eyes.
She was hardly twelve yet,
but that little girl still died.

So many stories fading 
from so many people's eyes.
I'm asking you the question,
"Are you prepared to die?"

Quicksand of the moment.
Tears fill up my eyes.
You must understand the question.
I cannot let you die.
Posted: 2010-05-20 12:46:15 UTC

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