Mourning, or morning?
Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted
It’s Sunday morning
Lots of people in mourning
Who died you asked?
The reason is dead
Legend is dead
Justice is dead
Love is dead
The dead can’t be revived
That’s why it hurts so much
Hate is reborn
Injustice comes to life
Race is reborn
Only the poor get to pay for their crimes
Where is the reason?
Where is the justice?
Oh I know, they are all dead and buried
So I’m in mourning
Not morning, but mourning
It’s a sad world that we live in
Looking forward to the day that I will be comforted
In the end, we will all become dust
As I mourn, that thought alone gives me comfort
Comfort knowing that joy comes in the morning, after mourning
Is it morning yet?
No, its mourning, not morning
Oh okay, I will continue to mourn, as I wait for morning to come
~luchis~