Stuck in the midst of this lifeless city-
I often look outside my window.
There are people here and people there-
People who have no fear of fear.
People who live to die every day.
People who don't know of any other way.
The cool evening breeze that blows-
It doesn't soothe you as if it knows-
That hearts are broken beyond repair.
Hearts ruled by only grief and despair.
If you shovel the snow from the streets.
You'll see the frozen blood underneath-
And the sad tears that people cry-
Tears that refuse to dry.
There was a time when I could write a song,
A time when I could love and live.
But that part of 'me' died long ago-
Leaving the 'me' who has learned to breathe-
Stuck in the midst of this lifeless city.
P.S: Just for the record this is not the product of a depressed state of mind.The mechanical way of living life prompted me to come up with this.