Goodness Comes In Last
A heart unguarded...
Is just the perfect victim;
With eyes so alive,
And dreams without restriction.
Their waiting in the shadows...
To attack without notice;
In moments like these,
Life blurs out of focus...
Is that the reality?
That honesty could be so slim...
Drifting from the heart,
When times are looking grim;
Don't look back now...
Problems are the past,
And who needs a conscience...
When goodness comes in last?
You should never walk alone...
In a world of ghosts;
Where the skin made of plastic,
Seems to matters most...
Why so much ill will?
With only despair in the forecast;
Why try and follow your heart...
When goodness seems... to come in last?
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