Where does it all end?
The widows cry, who hears her call?
The Orphan, who helps when he falls?
In this world, one may be small
But think about it, aint we all?
No comfort in the smiles of fellow human
help coming from places unassuming
Meanings lost, in moments overused
Friendship and love all abused
The story of trails and travails of more than a few
Tales gone stale, being told still getting no view
What does the lonely heart do?
Tears tear down our faces
coz we hoped on help from familiar places.
life suddenly feels like a thin rope
Holding on, not even with hope
Cold realization and fear is my cloak
Lost my faith, despair to find my soul
cost of broken trust as emotions elope my hold
Words to comfort, feels void of resort
