Crying and begging for mercy
Amidst millions of wretched soul
Justifying my tears and grief
Beyond the wounds of all.
All pretend, all enact, all the greedy rips
Streams of salty water flowing
From the holes of eternal bliss
Few sob, some snort, and many wail
And the focus shifts to the one in utmost pain
To seek for a happy heart is a quest unattainable
The whole of the world is about a garden of undying crop of despair.