Sorrow fills his eyes,
This is what makes him so wise.

He tries so hard to be there,
But it gets too hard for him to bare.

He listens to music that usually makes him happy,
But even those songs make him feel ******.

Memories is all he has left,
His feelings are so bereft.

He's dejected and confused,
He is suffering from that bruise.

It surrounds him, he can't hide from the emotion,
It's so great it's even found in the ocean.

He is crowed with lies and misdeeds,
It's so thick no one can hear his pleas.

Through the thick sea of sighs,
Sorrow still fills his eyes.