Sometimes when I think of the troubles;
I feel It doesn't make sense.
Other times when I worry about your irony;
It fillls me with thoughts so endless.
The joyful times;
The mourning moments
In my head they ring like chimes;
Leaving me in astonishment.
The hurt and the love;
The times your roads were smooth and rough.
The sting and agony of pain and death;
You strike without Mercy and to a great depth.
Oh! How gruesome you cut deep into us like sharp knife;
I have nothing else to say other than such is life.