The world is unfair It never feels your sorrow It does not know the miserable fate It brings to us, her inhabitants When I am sad and weary The world still stays the same It still goes round and round The rain still falls Wetting the earth But not washing away the sorrows The sun still rises and sets Rising only to go back wearily to Where it must begin all over again Not caring if everything leads to weariness A weariness too great for words