There are eyes that cannot see | |
And fingers that cannot touch | |
That's the way of the world | |
There are dreams left empty and blank | |
And legs that have ceased to walk | |
That's the way of the world | |
There are kisses undelivered | |
Sighs and moans unuttered | |
That's the way of the world | |
There are hearts no longer beating | |
And there are entrails spilled on the floor | |
That's the way of the world |