Land of the Living

Grieving won’t ever change anything

Living is now what you are needing

Waiting just for the unjust nothing

Weeping is simply wasted dealing

 
Feeling pain and always keeping

Nothing it does, your heart’s rotting

Revolving in the murk world of evening

Seeing none of the beautiful morning

 
Returning in the world of the living

Turning back and move on finding

Swelling eyes are last to be mending

Forgetting, facing, just stop regretting