I am filled with doom,
I am filled with gloom.

Tears swell up in my eyes,
and at every sunrise,
the light is darkness' guise.

Listening to the sad ballad,
I remember the youthful lad
who left me in the mud.

My love was in haste,
and ended in much waste,
for I lost my chaste...

The passion was so sweet,
but as I recollect the moment of heat,
Grief is all I meet.

His name was Ray,
and as we lay in the hay,
He used to say -

"It's only you I love,
You're my dear dove,
You're all I have."

But he no longer cares,
yet I have Conception fears.
This fills me with tears.

What remains in me are painfull sighs
because I was fed with lies.

At every time in history,
One conceals a mystery,
but eventually Earth gives up the story,
which becomes a tale in the century.

And then there were none
Boris Johnson lost his majority...

If only you loved every face,
Regardless of it's race,
The World would be a better place.