Think along with sixth sense
A locket for an eye,
More than plenty actors
ached in their try

When their lies lay opened
The birds began to sing-
Wasn't that a poor wish
in regret for everything?

The sting was in the doubting now
Doubting about minds running
The scene was what they harbored
Trading love for money

The played were all disheartened
Hanging their heads down low
A song played out disturbed
and slipped off in spirits low

Dedicated to:

Sleeping_God