In a world where we wait for the week and pray for its end,

I could never come to take your hand,

Held by another trusting their will,

And the world flies by as time stands still.

You would never catch my lie,

You loved to watch it with a smile,

As the rotten words flew by,

You knew it all the while.

How you loved to play with me,

Especially when it got dark,

When the sun would fall no one could see

the beggars in the park.

Monday's here you walk away,

Tuesday comes you're here to stay,

No escaping this weekend,

No jumping off the deep end,

In a life where our futures seam bleak knowing our minds will bend.

Never can I trust your hand,

When we live in a world where we wait for the weak

Hopping for the promised end…