Chokes us surrounds us big & small
It’s that black cloud that hangs in the sky
By a sunny day passing time by
It is weeved through us
It is part of the hustle, bustle and fuss
We all hate to admit it
But life and death both fit
We all hate to die
Our souls know we must say good-bye
Mournful World
Oh world of shadows
Oh world of night
Oh world of peace
Oh world of fight
You clouds hang so very low
Why, you seem to cry
A drop of water falls to the earth
It falls, falls, falls from the sky
Oh sweet, innocent world why so sad?
© 2000
