Egos, egos, everywhere twirled
Living in their own little world.
Caring for naught but their own petty pride
And step over bodies tossed aside.
Perhaps some hearts care far too much
And quickly attempt the flame to touch.
But flaming hearts soon flicker and die
And all too soon uncover the lie.
Rivers of tears have salted and stained
The wrinkled faces once chiseled and planed
And who will hear the anguished cry
Of those about to wither and die.
Those eyes that sparkled out of the dark
The smile that so easily met it's mark.
Will nothing betray her in the din
Of the anguish that's buried deep within?
