Sorrow

Tears are welling in our tired eyes

As gears of life grind all hope to dust

Our feelings have grown so hollow

With every day bringing more pain to swallow

Can't stop to bury friends

Death, wants to hold our hands

With bleeding wrists of no hope for tomorrow

Freezing cold of this great sorrow

Rotting flesh of days passing us by

And memories of when we were young (covered in dust)

Outside our minds a rusted horizon, but we never look in

its eyes

All sleeples nights when we think of days that we need to

survive.

All things we want to say but we keep, keep to ourselves