a pause and a look skywards
is an answer in light disguise
at least now you can go forwards
just follow the sadness of your eyes

i closed the door
so could not hear you speak
that is how i have learned

time seems good
when it is just rolling by
mental health seems rich in wealth
when there is no cry

but answers do not come easily
not to the lost and the confused
although hurt comes easily
to the used and abused

the goods people sell
look permanently abused
the idea for the solution
only ever seems to be confused

there was plenty of grief
the surface may still shine
but did you ever look underneath?

do you look for sunshine
in deep dark pits
or open cast mines
places that we never find