I used to look at the world in a different way, I heard music in every sound, I saw colors even in the deepest black, Happiness surrounded me, I was convinced everyone was enjoying life, Why wouldn’t they life was beautiful, So I wrote about happiness and life
Now I sit blankly staring at the world, What happened to the sweet music? For all I hear is noise, Everything around me has been painted black, I see people suffer; Life is now their biggest fear, Now I sit to write unable to come up with words, I’ve lost my muse.