When Things Aren't Right.
The cock crows and the night arrives
The sun arises and a feet freezes
The rain falls and he dies of thirst
The future is foreseen and the past is foretold
Things aren't right
That explains a life, his life
His past holds unto his present
His present fears his future
And his future weeps at awakening
Because all his toil had been a foil
His paid the price but not a prize in sight
Its cost so much but loss has been his curse
All his experience had been a pain
And now, at the edge of given up
Suicidal stares him at the face
Begging for an embrace.
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