So timid and show vivid
Organs, rhythm, the shade of steel
Glitter the rays, that strike upon
And sorrow, the heart, joy it fills
So soft the thicker tuft
Radiate, reflect the adored pride
Simple, mediocre, sophisticated
Confetti, the better bride
Alas! the groom isn't so
Bride, the rest, the self abhor
Filled with agony he struggles on for miles,
As the glamor herself - simply smiles.
So many things are happening here,
So many hearts are being broken,
It's all too obvious - never so fair
But, justice here is mistaken.
And, so, I leave this forsaken land,
At the gates, with utter awe I stand,
And wave it all bye with my dirty hand
In search for some home, forever grand
