Sad

I'll Saddle Alone all the Day I'll Solve my Aches for Days I'll Save my Appearance for Days My Sight and Adherence shall be kept for Days I'll sought for an August for days till august I'll Sow for Abstract Deals, I know i won't even feel I'll show what I Sow in my Aches and Drains, drawn from my pain All to Show A Dose I use in order to be mute I'm SAD! I'll love to express my odds And show the world my luck Though it all came from a lock Yet I'm unlocked to show the luck My ink unlocks my lock and reveals my luck Tough some try to lock my luck through unwanted odds Yet my luck locks their lock!