A week of play,
a month of stay.
A year of sorrow,
what happens tomorrow?

Today she is gone,
we meet the world alone.
It’s a world of sorrow,
will it ever be a tomorrow?

How come we loose a friend,
why was that the end?
Why do I even bother?
Well it could have been my brother.

No joy today,
there will be no more play.
It’s a world of sorrow,
will it ever be a tomorrow?