Hidden Sorrows

Life is full of miracles

Life is full of miseries

Life is full of laughter

Life is full of mistakes

One after the other

we cross our steps

To make more and more

pain and suffering

every string we pull

every stop we push

there is always confusion

Among the grave sorrows

What do we do?

What do we do?

Tears running down our cheeks

like a wax running down the candle

So dark and lonely inside

the sorrow of one man soul