Now and then life loses taste
And some heads succumb to pain
When all the mind does is worry
Suicide becomes the door to peace.
It is believed that the dead don't cry
So why live on Earth and act happy
When sadness blooms in and out
Beautiful face but dying heart.
Thus when pain exceeds its limit
Man is forced to kill his breath
He takes a trip down memory lane
Remembers the past with great awe.
The past with its finesse and joy
In contrast...