Behind a smile is a tear
Heavy,
But not falling
Hating the ways of hope,
Always changing the finish line
In the game of time,
Stacks of grain stand,
A harvest,
so poor
Why do the skies not answer,
To the woes of an honest man,
Clenching his hand hoe
Wrinkled, and skinny,
Fears no shame,
Taking upon all tasks
In his rugged clothes,
A withering spirit,
And a decaying body
Chasing his fading dreams
In the dawn of a sunset
Before an imminent twilight
Oh yes!
Broken,
Unfair
This world,
Soulless,
Just pity
With the whispers from her lips
Another tale
Drowning in sadness
A broken soul,
Wounded heart,
Clenching her skirts,
At the bottom of the stairs
Laying in its blood,
Her own embryo
A mother’s cry,
Louder than thunder,
Echoing,
Within a hell’s den,
The open skies,
And the world’s end
As silence sweeps in,
The answer from the heavens
To inhale a grim present
And choose to live,
walk again, head high,
With a smile
