A word buried deep inside
Loses voice on its way out;
Ears made deaf by too much life
Greet it with claps and shouts.
Too many truths spewed like advice
Lie ignored, hated, despised;
Where ignorance is peace
Falsehood will suffice.
Time's healing hand pushes the blade deeper,
Hope sings the shrillest lullaby,
There is nothing scarier than sweet dreams
When you learn the truth about life.
The sun shines for those
Who have mirrors for eyes;
For some gloom fills the view
And the day is never bright.
No matter how well you play it,
Music is noise in a cacophony filled room;
It's better to remove the strings
When the instrument can't be tuned.