A lifetime full of hollow laughs,
Forevers filled with painful grins,
The Truth facade, facade the truth,
Unrhymed, unreasoned, jeering world.
The darkness thick - a ray of hope -
A fading beam - a closing door -
No mourners wail - A rain of dirt -
The faintest Muse so long ignored.
Upon herself she takes some pain,
Though greater burdens weigh her down,
To Light of Fools she stands as bane
Their Light a Dark in which we drown.
But off the path we thought we knew
Lies Hope enough to live anew.