| "The Common Fear" |
| Something flies above my head And I look up into the sky The everlasting fear of hope Grips me as i die. I see the mourners standing there Around and through me still The silent cries of anguish for my death My imagination they do fill. The tears that really don't exist Glisten brightly in the sun The suppressed smiles of happiness That I am passed and done. The scattered few that do remain Contrast morbidly with the clouds The fitting gloom and sad dismay Are nowhere to be found. |