I will cry the tears
Of sadness and loneliness
And you can dry them

Don't compare drama
Mine worse
Than yours
For we are all
Lost souls
Struggling in
Our grief

Skin made of Porcelain
Cracked in a million pieces
Too broken to fix

People are sleeping
Tired from day's work
Or even play
Fairy dust spinning round
Soothing busy souls
Hard at work
In dreamland
Perhaps a special place
For some
A nightmare for others
Some will waken
Refreshed and ready
To go
While others will
Want to hide
"Good night  John Boy"

Take a deep breath in
Claiming the moment
of Life
Quiet and listen

Leaves crisp to the crunch
New aromas fill the air
New season dawning

It's so lovely here
Want to stay here all
the day
Tomorrow will come