Sorrow is a state of mind, it floats about trying to find
A purpose for existence, how we crave that path of least resistance
Sorrow is a state of mind, it gloats about unkind
Slowly killing the soul, like being sucked into a black hole
Sorrow is a state of mind, it’s afraid to accept destiny blind
Every breath lost and taken, a grain of sand in time forsaken
Sorrow is a state of mind but it finds a way to climb
Losing out on life, would surely be a crime.