Ballad.
Something unexpected hurts the most.
It seems like the well have something to hide.
They suppress it and hold it so none can see.
Nobody knows the thoughts from inside.
Maybe if we listened a clue would be there.
No matter what is thought we did what we could
Life is unfair, it’s cruel and it’s rude.
Nothing ever goes the way it should.
The day was short and night draws close
The cold wind blows away frozen tears.
You need not worry for all is not lost,
His being and spirit remains in his peers.
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