Smilling-Pill

It's life that's filled with joy and sorrow Beating chest with the conquer of tomorrow It's your soul , not flesh , that's hallow It's your tongue , not guise , that's shallow When Gods from books meet timely end, You lose yourself , your morals bend, You pass your sight to dear old mother To feel again her loving smother. A day when all you need is nature's song To make you feel like nothing's wrong To beg for a gust of wind spiraled in voice To make you think you have a choice Imagine that day is already here The day you've looked forward to with gruesome fear But it's not a song you hear It's a scream , a howl that bashed against your