It still goes on
A word, a sentence, a phrase that supplies
The holding of hope that sadness defies
The sounds imagined, fabrications and lies
For no-one can hear it, they all hate, despise
The hoping and wanting for nothing to gain
But sadness and sorrow, the hurting and pain
The sense doesn't matter, the voices will do
The anger and hatred only for you
Arguing for sake of speaking kindly aloud
All time's been spent, and all quarrels been rowed
Yet still they fight on with nothing to reap
Oh why can't they stop this and just let me sleep?