Her cries still haunt
Even though they are memories
Blame falls on me and the God,
Why did we let her down like that!
There’s no happiness anywhere
She said with great melancholy
Nothing that happens in life
Leads to a happy affair later.
If we think straight, her words were true
Life means a journey from B to D,
Between Birth and Death, is where we live
The two constant remembrances of human misery.
However in there comes C,
Choices, of what we make ourselves to be.