Crashing down with brilliant flair
Melancholy moods of most despair
And in the era of heightened sane
Where before outward now inward pain
For in this intermittant spirit lack
Dreams and hopes fade into black
Who among you hides not alone
Hold close thy heart hurt to the bone
Laying veneer to conceal our wounds
Chancing to fate we throw the runes
For chance for faith for love
From fates loft they cackle above
And left to destiny to rewrite
The world trudges on, despite