the tragedy of the nobodies

from all who passed 

through the immovable truth

the sounding trumpets

of disbelief

the voices 

of discoragement

of those who rather sleep

than see you awake 

and keep pulling you down

its that rebelious sound 

calling you
once again

its the hidden belief

in the tragedy of the nobodies

that nobody regards

we were young, we were vain

we were the bruised bodies

in ethereal desperation

- the lonely ones

in all lonely towns