The Way Of The World

There are eyes that cannot see
And fingers that cannot touch
Thats the way of the world

There are dreams left empty and blank
And legs that have ceased to walk
Thats the way of the world

There are kisses undelivered
Sighs and moans unuttered
Thats the way of the world

There are hearts no longer beating
And there are entrails spilled on the floor
Thats the way of the world