Mr. Sorrow

Mr. Sorrow


This morning, the churchbells ring-
I do not know for whom the bell tolls.
For me? For you? For us all - maybe,
All I know is that I'm mighty cold.

Didn't have a blanket last night. Yeah.
That remains about the status quo.
The streets are mean to men with dreams
but not alot of gold.

I never had it all, just had the notion
That I could do something great for once.
All of my hopes, money and time
were simply gone after one bad month.

So now I sit in this filithy place,
My broken thoughts lay quietly around me.
It's mighty cold, no blanket still,
I curl up while the churchbells resounding.

This morning, the bells are ringing.
I'll know them even better tommorow,
This is the last you'll hear of the earthly plight,
of the man they called Mr. Sorrow.