As a black hole br In your soul br a moth br in your old clothed heart br You wear your br concern for the World br accompanied br by your br weighted down shoulders br and sorrowful eyes br br I am the WorldSorrow br the Black Burdain br of the worried br eating you up br But no matter how much br you cry br no matter how much br you mourn br the coldness of the World br the killings and the Wars br the victims and the Destuction br I do not matter br unless you fight it br br the tears on your cheeks br are but salty water br until you make the reason br for them br real.