Reflections in the Brook
As you gaze into the crystal clear brook,
reflections of your life go floating,
slowly and painfully by,
like a mirror of your past,
reflections of your past,
good and bad,
happy and sad,
all of these different parts of your life,
some make you feel good, yet some hurt,
your life is full of good times and bad,
you find their are more good rather than bad,
yet the images of pain is more vivid,
for it makes a greater impact on your life,
and your past floats by...
your past floats by.
Life is an unbearable wasteland of misery,
upsets and downfalls,
small lights of hope,
flickering in the distance,
an ominous silence,
all of a sudden a small perk of happiness,
crushed ever so slowly,
the ever so unbearable pain,
given oh so unknowingly,
once more your life drops,
in to a pit of agony you fall,
deeper and deeper still,
no one cares...
no one cares.