To all the sadness in the world,
When happiness inside, is curled,
Comfortably, warmly by the flames,
I pray, whilst all happiness shames.
For all the lonely people left,
The sad and lonely people, ever so deft,
The ones which pain is indebted to,
I pray for every single one of you.
The ones who’s lives were taken with haste,
To those whose tears are thicker than paste,
I pray your hearts will heal someday,
Someday not so long away.
To the cruelty in your eyes,
Of a past pain it signifies,
I pray for whatever makes you mean,
The hurts that shall remain unseen.
For all the people, present and past,
Who try to get through life so fast,
Hurting won’t reduce the pain,
It only makes you feel insane.