Minutes of my life

To be burnt to dust
But what remains from start to end
is life's true works, the hearts you mend

Cause in life's choices hearts are lost,
as in choices concealed lies the cost
The price to be paid is unveiled by life
For some bringeth joy for some bringeth strife

So the truth lies not,
in the quirks of the choice
but in the souls thought
through the inner voice

Oft unheard in troubled way
To finds what lost the soul must pray
Cause life's cards, dealt with uneven decks
some made winners some made wrecks