Lonely hours and days
Became years of sorrow.
With no joy for today,
With no hope for tomorrow.
Rotten souls passing by.
Bigger cars - little hearts
Wallowed in constant lies.
Instead of falling asleep they're falling apart.
But I'm still searching my way.
Crawling out in the dark.
"Life is light" so they say.
Guess I'm blind to this kind of a spark.