• You too can hear it
    The drip of water from an underground cave
    Or the groan of a mummy
    Sound asleep in its grave
    Adventures all around
    Under rock or stone
    But most don’t seem to care
    And wind up alone
    The brave or the weak
    Must go and explore
    Although some paths seem dark
    Most lead too much more
    Without adventure or tests
    No one will learn
    And all the while
    The sit back as the world turns
    But still few remain
    Under their little rock
    With all time passing by
    With the tick of the clock
    But that life’s not for many
    Who know that to well
    That their stories are endless
    Stories only they can tell
    Tales of sadness and joy
    Most lead to an end
    But if you don’t finish
    You start over again
    For life isn’t life
    Without mischief of thrill
    Just take on the risk
    Go in for the kill