Why Indeed Do We Pine And Yearn
Why Indeed Do We Never Learn
To Please Ourselves With A Little Delight
And Sleep In Fitful Peace At Night
Every Day We Rush On, Fired
Forward With Hopes Held High In Thought
And Return Disappointed, Tired
With Our Hands Empty, Our Minds Distraught
Such A Life, Abhorrent, We Lead Today
And Yet Our Only Prayer Remains Untold
That We Shall Change Our Lives Some Day
And Then Live A Better Life, Tenfold
What Pleasures Pure Life Does Unfold
We Fail To Let Our Minds Go Free
Shepherded On, So Slaughtered, Sold
We Fail To See What We Want To Be