Smoke gets in my eyes

I am trying not to cry

What happened to that garden of joy?

Who obscured the clear blue sky?

 

Do words ever mean anything?

Or meanings were lost in transition?

Is it possible to have a conversation

without hurting each other's feelings?

 

Good will gave way to hatred

Patience faded

Those who attempted to bridge the gaps

Have no choice but to walk away

 

Smoke gets in my eyes