The despondency of life has defeated you,
The food has lost it's flavor...

You take for granted each and every day,
The morning and the sunrise, but still you do not...

I see a poor child staring through a window,
At an unattainable plaything in a toy store mall...

It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...

A blank look upon your face endures,
A misery in your heart is pure...

1st Verse:
It's been a rough ride...

Wanda Westhare from Zaire--which is nowhere--was...

My stupidity,
Is legendary...

This girl, young and meek,
Wanting joy all her life, not knowing where to...

If the words were enough...
To transit time...

This house is too quiet,
And everything seems so still...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...