Smiles of a Sorrow
No free will, free will is gone
left too deepened
underground.
And the will is a ripened
fruit
- destiny's pursuit.
In the hands of God we
lie.
At the myst'ry's end
we'll die.
Time will recognize, time
will recognize
the smiles of a sorrow.--
At the last breaths of
kharma,
time we cannot borrow.
We awaken lost as the
coin is tossed
by the Big Hand in the
Wishing Well.
Where the bottomlessness
is our hell,
there are no answers
there.
There is no wisdom
anywhere.
No! But I can't complain
of pleasure or pain.
And the damned play on,
knowing will is gone.
Will is gone--- gone---
gone----
Time will recognize the
smiles of a sorrow
...of a sorrow.
