What does it matter now?
Ivory lace and pearls are gone.
Promises are words full of nothing.
With blinders on, i can't see a thing.
What does it matter now?
The laughter and tears of a child.
Joys beyond compared in her eyes.
Tears in my heart, i can only cry.
What does it matter now?
A question with no answer.
Pain and sorrow can only be seen.
Joys of the past seem only a dream.
By Channon Lang
copyright 1999