Solace in Solitude
Here's a story of a man Who had a well full of tears He drained them all in a fit of rage Now he filled it with his fears I long to tell his story How do I do it though? Without feeling sorry A poor soul, thrown into solitude With nay a dram of attitude Hear this story of a man Who had a shelf of sorrows He emptied them wilfully And threw his heart into the gallows What purpose drives a man? More than his heart ever can? Surrounding yourself with people Only to sleep all alone? Gratitude never emptied a dime In the wallet of any man I've seen Grateful for my life, I've always been Hitting me with bricks of pain Puzzling me about this predicament's gain Look at the big picture, I'm told "Watch these beautiful things unfold" How doth the farmer benefit to sow the seeds If he fail to exist on the day of reaping? The ocean goes long and wide Ever big, and ever vast Fret not, about your past For the future holds treasure, and is an excellent guide I say the abo...