The Dark Paths and Lonely Roads,
His only World, All he was

The Dull mornings and the Long nights,
The vagueness of future, his forgotten rights

The fuzzy sight and the phony world,
His love, his soul, unworthily sold

The pain inside, the tears in eyes,
He waited long for the end of this life

Screaming silently…
The dried eyes crying,

A smile was there, he kept on lying
The broken dreams and his lost voice

Poisoned him deep inside
With none to cry for his death

He patiently lied on the bed
Hoping to fall,

Wishing to die,
Tears rolling down his eyes

Life screws again,
And misery remains

Poor wrecked soul
Suffers more and more again.


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