Look at the time on a clock, it’s time is getting closer,

so let the doors in you open and no-more mock.

The clocks light is red, awaiting for the non-dead.

The radio lights are blue, also awaiting for you.

The red is painful and blue is rainful.

Don’t roll them dice, for you will be the one

who takes that good-old sacrifice.

Why doe’s a person look outside through the trash

Is it because he or she is looking for some cash

Or could it be that they can’t forget their past

When your laying in the dark do you ever think of a shark

Or listen to the dogs bark, are you really trying

to reach out and make yourself a better mark

Those who invent, without those type of people

around nobody now a days would have a cent

Or look at that hour, doesn’t it for you sometimes go sour

Wouldn’t it be better to grow and shine like a flower

Seeing all the people stare, you and I wonder what’s in their glare

Are you trying to be fair, or are some just noticing your beautiful hair

Do you ever wonder why a mole is called a mole

Well think of that long dark hole or even that cole

It’s all dark, so don’t stand their like a pole,

cause you’ve got that rhythm and soul

A Mole keeps the absence reminded of their Soul.