A dew drop glistens on the grass, a tale of morning gladness
Or was it my tear that fell, echoing my mourning sadness?
Some were born to freedom, others to glories or to shames
Some think many happy thoughts — you know their names
I was born to slavery, though not of ball and chain
My bondage is self-induced, for I am rationally insane
Knowing what I should do and consistently doing it not
Mattering little whether battles are won, lost, or even fought
Believing what I tell myself, thus the greatest liar of all
But I’ve heard that landing is much worse than the fall
Alone at night, wishing and hoping for plenty of dreams
Truth be told, my reality is much worse than it seems
Have you ever known love? or hope or Truth or well-being?
Convince me of their existence, for perhaps believing is seeing
Speak to me softly, hold me as I cry
Maybe a peaceful ending is somewhere close by