What was it we repeated yesterday
Will mark a new improvement to our life
We must be somewhat weary of this strife
Do you imagine all of this a play

What emptiness will next spew from those lips
Will make a mother wish you were not born
We all have things held in a wish to scorn
Do not believe from you alone all slips

What kind of fool are you to carry on
Will all this bickering remove some sting
We scream and cannot hear our own shame sing
Do you not see what’s left when all is gone

With pity at our moments let’s reflect
Me thinks I’ve lost a person I respect