Sorrow
Constantly I have had this pain of late that just makes me feel a saint
I wish that there were a way to make it all make sense
My mind is just so dark and tense
Full of things that make the world seem so unfair
Like the breeze that flows through what at one point was there
Now that I am gone I am drawn to the things that were never there
This makes me more and more aware of the things that are here now
Like a plow through a field I yield to those who oppose me from this sorrow of tomorrow
Tomorrow I will follow death back through hell and ring the bell that will tell me the answers to my sorrows.