Way of the World

There are eyes that cannot see

And fingers that cannot touch

That's the way of the world

There are dreams left empty and blank

And legs that have ceased to walk

That's the way of the world

There are kisses undelivered

Sighs and moans unuttered

That's the way of the world

There are hearts no longer beating

And there are entrails spilled on the floor

That's the way of the world