For what woe go I –
For what woe go I unto the day?
The day’s heat –
A hot sun,
The sun sets, the day is done
For woe too ceases in due course,
But as the eye of heaven shines too hot,
So too does woe steal the day’s splendor through it’s might
Woe’s reign is cruel and unbending
For woe’s wrath – as the suns – as merciless and unending
We’re all looking for good girls
We’re all looking for good guys
But it’s all a guise,
For who does not wear a disguise
Will I ever be young again
Will I ever explore the world with someone again?
Will I ever love again?