Song of Sadness

When the sun rises in the East The rain does not cease For when I look at my life I find nothing but great blight Everything I do is in vain And brings me endless pain

What is life but merely a race, that you cannot keep up to pace? Those who once I called my friends Now call themselves my enemies For they were just playing pretend and had nothing but malice in their hearts in the end It truly feels like I am suffering from Leprosy

Without much to gain and without much to seek I have become rather meek and by their swords I shall be slain!

With few to trust in and confide my hands are truly tied. I must press on to deny them the victory they desire But it is hard to press on in a field of briars

The wickedness from which comes all my troubles In the end is truly my fault For all of my sins have caused me to end up as rubble and the rains that consume me shall never halt.

Where is joy to be found, in whom the forces of hatred have surrounded? Where is the righteousness in a world filled with lifelessness?

What source of good can be drawn, From the words of hatred, which hath caused all my happiness to be gone? Nothing is sacred to those who wish to see to see me stepped on.