The Nature of the Game
Nature Of The Game
The nature of the game is that
Even when your kingdom
Is established in great power and
Might and your wisdom is
A great roaring fire
That even though you have many men Who are willing to die for you and Live For a great and noble cause in your name the nature of the existence Is Nothing is guaranteed Except Transition
The tall pine falls and the mighty Mountains crumble
The roaring of the sea is not always Such for even one day it's power will Leave it the river that brings life dries Up for a time
So Endurance is a crucial weapon to Wage Battle with the ups and downs Of your Endeavors through the ages of Astonishment and seasons of somber
For the giants are plenty and the pits Are deep so man's resolve must be a Reflection As deep as the sea
In the frame of seeking a blissful state Of living
Brutal determination is pivotal in Allowing one to perform on a stage Sharing their most well endowed gifts
The nature of man is to seek a higher Summit each time he reaches a new Peak the nature of man is to want to Keep moving in as a momentous Manner taking with him the riches of All his experiences
Wearing them as an exquisite robe of Grandeur
Showing in presence and all actions
Yet even the General in all his might
Feels the sadness of the night
Though he has much there
Is much to be filled
Success brings the wish of death from
The foes that smiles as friends
The viciousness of man is shown in His stirrings as the law of the jungle Overrides the way of righteousness
For The nature of the enemy
Is an unquenchable thirst for the drink Of success
The nature of the game is you must Keep your self at peace with this Notion your relationships status and Possessions are always flowers
That can be trampled
Yet one's wealth of wisdom the royalty Of their respect
And the life of the spirit are the pillars That never fade they never crumble lasting for all eternity
Sustaining man in his most dreadful Straights
The rules of the game have been laid Out for generations
Failure to adhere will leave one blowing as dust in the wind
Rather than the oak that stands in all Its splendor
The nature of the game is that
Even when your kingdom
Is established in great power and
Might and your wisdom is
A great roaring fire
That even though you have many men Who are willing to die for you and Live For a great and noble cause in your name the nature of the existence Is Nothing is guaranteed Except Transition
The tall pine falls and the mighty Mountains crumble
The roaring of the sea is not always Such for even one day it's power will Leave it the river that brings life dries Up for a time
So Endurance is a crucial weapon to Wage Battle with the ups and downs Of your Endeavors through the ages of Astonishment and seasons of somber
For the giants are plenty and the pits Are deep so man's resolve must be a Reflection As deep as the sea
In the frame of seeking a blissful state Of living
Brutal determination is pivotal in Allowing one to perform on a stage Sharing their most well endowed gifts
The nature of man is to seek a higher Summit each time he reaches a new Peak the nature of man is to want to Keep moving in as a momentous Manner taking with him the riches of All his experiences
Wearing them as an exquisite robe of Grandeur
Showing in presence and all actions
Yet even the General in all his might
Feels the sadness of the night
Though he has much there
Is much to be filled
Success brings the wish of death from
The foes that smiles as friends
The viciousness of man is shown in His stirrings as the law of the jungle Overrides the way of righteousness
For The nature of the enemy
Is an unquenchable thirst for the drink Of success
The nature of the game is you must Keep your self at peace with this Notion your relationships status and Possessions are always flowers
That can be trampled
Yet one's wealth of wisdom the royalty Of their respect
And the life of the spirit are the pillars That never fade they never crumble lasting for all eternity
Sustaining man in his most dreadful Straights
The rules of the game have been laid Out for generations
Failure to adhere will leave one blowing as dust in the wind
Rather than the oak that stands in all Its splendor
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Writer(s): Matthew Boagni
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