It's all we've been given
From The Maker up above...

It's more than some letters
Made into a word...

Tears of heartbreak
As plentiful as dirt...

We only get
So many sunrises...

No golden tassels or silver bells
Interlaced with scarlet ribbons...

We can't see it but still assume it's there
Yet we chase after it to get our fair share...

Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...

One by one they drop
Like parachuting men...

My ticket is in hand
For the best show in town...

There's a four letter word
That's being passed around...

I drop my deaf thoughts into hysteria
That misery that has lots to say...

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