All these different times, People starting crimes, Homeless collecting dimes, Wind blowing through chimes, Me and my stupid rhymes. Life goes on With every dawn, And everything that came upon Is now all gone. George, Paul, and John. Everything i've drawn, And wanted to come upon. Dreams can shatter, It's a change in matter, But life goes on With every dawn. All the people here, Getting drunk, drinking beer, Kids dropping tears, Everyone scared of fears, No one litsening with their ears. No wonder this life goes on, And the dreams shatter. They give up till they are all gone. Still, all this time, People starting crimes, Homeless collecting dimes, Wind blowing through chimes, There's still time, As long as I write these stupid rhymes