My Life; An Idle Tear
My Life; A bed of thorns,
With no roses on the way,
With no roses on the way,
An endless valley of drenched nights,
to make me doom, gloom and grey.
My Life; A rejected old mosaic,
with no pieces of grace,
keep of feeling, should I,
is the saying of the old ways.
My Life; An idle tear,
having no way but to fall,
breaking into worthless pieces,
like nothing, nothing at all.
My Life; A journey through darkness,
with no stars on the way,
the depth is the utter sadness,
sadness along she stays.
My Life; more like a death,
with no grave, or rejected or left,
sadly I lived and sadly I die,
and this be, nay the verse you grave,
when I say goodbye.
SPIRITLESS HE LIVED; BADLY TO BE LOVED,
LOVE WAS HIS PEARL, BADLY HE LOVED,
PRESENT LIFE AND ALL LIVES, IF GIVEN THROUGH,
HE SHALL ALWAYS LOVE CARE AND REMEMBER YOU.
------- Sam