Please Do

You never cried, you never froze

And yet how well your garden grows -

You reap the fruits another sows;

I guess that works out well for you.

Suffering has served you well -

It's common but it somehow sells

So sing your little songs of hell and sell.

Hollow hopes and empty dreams

And blind pursuit of worthless schemes -

That's all there is to life, it seems,

unless you prove me wrong - please do!

Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.