The Song

The world is a song

That happily goes along

Until that day

The violins play.

They play for romance, sadness, loss

Why the same tune? Being close to your cross

Romance can help but will hinder indeed

One of you will die of your greed

Sadness is common but somehow not enough

Because of that, to yourself you are rough

Loss makes you lonely, and very alone

You’ll find your old rope, and then only groan

The world is a song

That keeps going on

Until that day

The violins play.