Unfortunate for you,
That laughter on a sandy shore,
Can drag such sorrow from the core.
When all you hear is distant roar,
And don't know what they're laughing for.
Unfortunate it seems,
When sadness wracks one lonesome heart,
Fall crystal tears like tiny art,
But your emotions will not start,
For they are in a world apart.
Unfortunate a time,
When ears pick up some anguished cry,
Rippling through the blood-red sky,
Though you cannot but blink an eye,
For today is not your day to die.
Unfortunate it is,
When viewing the grace of eagle white,
Against the great encroaching night,
Your heart does fail to now excite,
For your own wings do not know flight.