completely disfigured because of our misfortunes
we live in a dream
we pity ourselves
we are unhappy
because what once was happy
is now completely sad
we take out our anger on those around us
and yet, we cry when they are nowhere to be found
what was once was wonderful...beautiful...
is now nothing but dust...
the dust that settles around us
sometimes conquer our feelings,
our hopes, our dreams
and we're powerless
nothing to be done
nothing to be said
but one day
one day when the words will mean more than just words
the world will reach out and express its wisdom
for only then can we truly be happy
for only then can we truly be free
our feelings will once again rise up from the dust
our dreams will once again see a brighter day
and sadness, for one
will be forever doomed
