The Damage, Depression and Disappointment
of the Heart
The fire within has been ignited,
The disappointment, the grudge has been remembered,
Sitting there, flabbergasted,
Seeing friends turning away, foes gathered.
The morning sun, warm and soothing,
Became a ray, with intentions of killing.
What on earth have I been doing,
to obtain this heart ache, this suffering?
Looking back, what have I done wrong?
To be put down, to be cast out?
It just a mere satisfaction that I have longed,
Now all I want to do is shout.
The harmonica's playing a lonely tune,
solely, lonely looking at the dull view,
In this world there is no true friend,
This theory now I have comprehend.
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