Nothing makes sense any more.
Two and two has ceased to make four,
Broken mind and saddened smiles does cover a closed door..
Days go on and you smile and wave as it passes by,
And then look down and hopelessly sigh ,
And tear yourself wondering about the who and why...
You stare in vain ,
As life's theme changes to the theme of pain,
The baton swings and sings aloud the choir of the insane,
Nothing no more nothing left to gain ....
Fallen pieces they float with the flow,
Soon the pain away shall burn ,
And the pieces shall fit...time agian shall turn ,
Pain shall die for hope is come,
Nitor in adversum.........
