Book of Counted Sorrows
Current mood: Stressed

FROM MY

"BOOK OF COUNTED SORROWS"

Life is like an endless game…
Where all that's different stays the same…
We grow up, yet we still feel small…
We take a stand so we can fall…

The more we're taught the less we will learn…
The icy coldness starts to burn…
The empty hours each day we fill…
Going in circles, standing still…
Then going back to where we've never been…
To lose at every game that we win…

The pain so severe leaves us asking for more…
So keep paying attention to being ignored…

We answer the questions that we do not know…
Against our will we go on with the show…
The moment arrives that never will be…
We close our eyes, just so we can see…

Forgetting the hell that is heaven sent…
Committing no crime, yet still we repent…
Through all our tears we can't even cry…
Left with the thoughts of every goodbye…
On it goes, like an infinite street…

No end to the life that our lives will complete…

Kevin 2010