I wrote a poem sometime of late. It sounds quite gloomy and depressive, but I guarantee you that was not its intent. I like the poem in a weird way (I might be cheating – I know the more or less tune I’d put it to), so I figured I’d share it with you all:
| Darkness – is to walk on all alone, is to walk all on your own, leaves a bitter taste inside, and your nighttime’s just inside, and you wish that you had known – Broken – that’s the way that you will feel Hopeless – is the path your life is tread, |
Chorus:
That nobody’s got your back in real life,
that the fight is fought on your own;
that your sorrow is all that they feel,
and they’ll never know how to help you.
There’s a spark that grows in the night;
it’s gonna come and make it alright.
There’s a hope of a path better, bright,
and I’m gonna make you something alright.
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