Tiresome and cold the road has become
This road to nowhere I'm travelling on.
My feet are weary, my brain is numb
Life is naught but a tragic con!
Born in anguish, we die in sorrow,
Between we stumble meaningless miles
Searching for a brighter tomorrow
In youthful love and kitten smiles.
Losing our lov'd ones along the way
We try to understand God's great plan,
But nothing can our heartaches alay,
For each smile, a thousand tears for man!
Gazing upon a golden sunset
You see the black rolling in behind,
Happiness and sorrow there have met,
All you men who cherish hope are blind!
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