It Is True

It is true for me too That all seems to have lost its glue All these hopes and unrealised dreams Symptoms of unravelled seams That all is doom and gloom and lost Our receipts now of horror’s cost These cursed, called end of days Demands anew, urges our ways And strength in charity that one recourse That lack of bleeds a cold remorse Makes true the future cue At fault if not to each their due Needed now below and above An evaluation of how we express love SP