Made: Monday, February 1, 1010
The rain pours outside the window
For the clouds are weeping widows.
They cry for their loved ones,
Whose emotions have since gone numb.
Their loved ones are the world
And all those people—whether nice or cruel.
Because the world has come to ruins
Due to corrupted hearts and minds in
This corrupted society of ours.
The sand can fall for hours,
But will eventually break through the glass.
Too late now—the curse has been cast.
This is our fault now.
Can't you see how
These decisions have affected us?
In ourselves, we have lost the trust;
Looking over each shoulder
And giving up and turning back at each boulder
That stands in our way
On the right path today for everyday.
But through confrontation,
I say in hesitation,
We were doomed from the very start.
Maybe we were born without heart
Or with a soul dipped in evil.
And so we fail to comprehend things so trivial.
But perhaps we're start over
And stop all the caused trouble.
Perhaps we're smile truly
And mean our words fully.
Perhaps the widows will forgive us
And we will stop this fuss.
The sun begins to show itself—
No longer crying for help.
The people all stand tall,
Knowing well that they will fall
Yet again, just like before.
But now we shall reveal the door—
Everyone knowing who is who—
And it shall open for self-righteousness and the truth.