The stealthy tears of a tap flood the old basin,
letting out all of it's woe...
The boisterous growl of a washing machine,
makes the mood grow low...
The simple silence of the day,
casts it's depressing spell on billions...
The heavy drop of rain,
transforms into drips of cold-blooded demons...
The dark cloud hovers in the gloom of the sky,
wiping away the joy that we adore...
When a day like this approaches I ponder,
is life worth it anymore?
But the one sound,
that washes all the grief and sorrow away,
is the sound of my very own heartbeat,
always there and knowing it will always stay.
