The search
In the crowd
My eyes constantly search for a familiar face
A face I like to see happy,
A face I like to see bright,
The face
That I like most of all.
The cause
All this killing,
All this dying,
All this commotion for the dead and the undead
Makes me wonder
Is it really worth it?
The end
They say all good things must come to an end
If that be the case
I will
