Dark is the night, by the light of day
Harsh are the words, which some people say
Grievous the malaise, which we often feel
Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal
Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done
Fleeting the moment, when praises are won
Tragic the loss, of someone we love
Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619