Life is why we all exist.
Life is what some resist.
We all live in a chamber of solitude.
Some develop a depressed attitude.
No joy can ever be let out
but sadness can always come in.
No one can ever hear a shout
and happiness becomes a sin.
If I could die right now, I would.
If I would die right now, I should.
Life is cruel, life is unfair.
If I should die, who would care?
My chamber keeps growing small,
my heart seems ready to fall.
My sad soul has flown away,
my body is not here to stay.
Being a sad soul is what I’m meant to be,
being dead is my final destiny.
This poem was written/submitted by Ian Anderson.