The Sound of Happiness
Sitting alone,
Waiting for the sound of happiness,
From the passage of my imaginations
And the open door of my heart,
Sitting there hopefully waiting for this sound,
To kill the emptiness in me,
And fulfill my heart with happiness and cheer,
Sitting there hopefully,
For this sound to be near,
But the faithless world kept me,
Waiting for this day until the end,
The end when my heart and soul come by,
And leave them buried under the ground,
Painfully…
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