Good Man

I've always tried to love And be loved from above But some things don't happen The glimmering sun can testify I lye alone in this cave Buried in death's grave No man can ever imagine The pain that's felt The serene breeze clogs my nostrils To remind us that life's a fossil That only the brightest could understand Before they are obliterated and buried Depression is the worst custom One could experience and blossom With until the day he dies If you felt these feelings, remember... Hope is a good thing, and no good thing ever dies