The wind is shifting softly through the trees Nerves are deeply frayed and are ill at ease There is a measure of hope, but it is sparse Giving the idea that compassion is a farce One day, maybe some goodness will arise Upending the long path sorrow by surprise
I would like to make today a pleasant one, Everyone should be able to have some fun. We can be so very cruel, And break every single rule. Yet, today isn't over, and not quite done.