The world beats a drum
Of hope and despair

Your friend 
Is suffering 
And he thinks the world doesn't care

The world wails darkly
In the avenues 
Of your bed

And each morning waits
With a gun to your head

The world beats madly
With people round the bend 
Twisted and distorted 
Turning hope to disrepair

But i am watching over you
Turning vile words into wine
Letting you know you are beautiful
In the solace of you mind