Life Is Dark
The lonesome tree can stand so proud,
By babbling brook, no friend is found,
Life is dark for all to see,
And evil hope is filled with glee.
The fish that swims with the current dies,
The desolate bird refuses to fly,
Life is dark, It laughs at me,
Bound and gagged in slavery.
Innocence lost, to be never found,
But lonesome tree is still around,
For when its all been said and done,
Life is dark and not much fun.
Copyright © Patrick Lynch | Year Posted 2018
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