All this violence, pain and sorrow,
makes me sad and wonder for tomorrow.
Can we all not live in peace?
When will this lunacy and chaos
I'm sitting here in my Dark Place,
afraid to look at the shadow of my face.
I think it's sunny outside, as I peak through the curtain, but I don't even know this for certain.
Oh Lord, I'm here in the pit! Why did send you me here?
I sat down to read my book,
I heard a knock at my door.
My heart sank like a stone,
I didn't want to talk anymore.
I gaze at the beauty and calm of the lake,
For my eyes do not fail me and not a mistake.
I glance one more time and then again,
No doubt in my mind, this is Nature My Friend.
What is My Life? I really don't know?
Up and down, here and there, to and fro.
No strength, energy or on fire passion,
Just filled with music and outdated fashion.
It's raining outside I can hear the pitter patter
Getting louder and louder like the Mad Hatter;
I don't think it will stop.
Watching the rain come down and listen to it chatter.
People are afraid of their past, scared of the present! Right now today;
They close their eyes and start to pray!
Why, so afraid of the past?
Accedia? What Accedia? sloth or laziness?
Sorry, but I cannot grasp the craziness.
Accedia? What Accedia? I don't understand?
Sadness covers me like the warmest blanket, God forgive, if I become complacent.