The Weeping Woods

Death of a Passion

All the world's greatest

Came from the worst

Or they came from the best

Maybe everyone loved them

Maybe their lives were filled with detest

When the world is indifferent

And your pain is overlooked

When the death of a passion 

Is the death of all the world's good

When it's your sanity's first priority

But never enters your life long enough

I'm beginning to go crazy

Though I dare you not to as well

The priorities overtake

I do the most 

For the things I hate

And those that keep me sane

Are only left for the fame

For those with support

And those without rancor in their hearts

And those who n ever try to hate the spark

Because for them it's not forbidden

Though my passion has been submitten

When the death of a passion

Is your only ever known life

For all the times I've been in pain

I realize it's purely in vain