What’s with all these prose I read fuelled by so much sadness Words encapsulating sorrow and crazy kinds of madness Have we all really become so low, lives being led by lies, deceit and pain? Has the sun really lost its rays under the downpour of rain? Is it really that bad? Can it not be resolved? I’m sure if you look a little deeper the hurt can be dissolved. Look left, look right, for god’s sake look up There’s a future, there’s hope, it’s time to rise up. Forget what they said, what you read and the memories Tomorrow’s a page turn away, It’s time to pen a new story.