Way of the World

	There are eyes that cannot see
	And fingers that cannot touch
	That's the way of the world
	There are dreams left empty and blank
	And legs that have ceased to walk
	That's the way of the world
	There are kisses undelivered
	Sighs and moans unuttered
	That's the way of the world
	There are hearts no longer beating
	And there are entrails spilled on the floor
	That's the way of the world