Lyrics awaiting music.

Do we see what lingers in the heart of a man? Catch a glimpse through their eyes!

Listlessly the time drags on….

So bereft of happiness…

Just writing what comes to mind.

You will rue the day.

Make of it what you will. That is all I can ask.

A poem, by me, Timothy Lu.

I hear the same old sound
of painful groaning…

I hear the same old sound
of people groaning;
Same old sounds of cruel
death and mourning—-