Worth

Conrad Carlo Venzon

Oh what solitude it is to have a life 
that is very demeaning
A face of sadness that is underlain 
by a contrary meaning

Unknown, unnoticed, 
unobserved and unseen
Oh how long, so long, 
how long has it been?

The leafy memories have vanished 
and slowly my hands let go
Have I felt it? Have I seen it? 
Surely I did not know

Curious, is that it? 
How quickly they forget
For the rest of my life, 
doing this, I’ll ceaselessly regret

Soundless, bitter silence, 
I did not know why
Why the sun no longer shines 
in the midst of my sky

Rain, intense rain, 
it makes my skin melt
For the first time in my life, 
this feeling I haven’t felt

Anguish, sweet torment, 
so what shall it be?
Days from now, surely, 
soon I will see

Can’t wait for the ending, 
can’t wait for it to be seen
So many witnesses, 
call me foolish or am I so keen?

The time is running, fast running, 
am I running out of time?
Don’t worry, never worry, 
and worry no more for I am fine

Softening misery, tender despair, 
these hands I can’t see
Teary eyes, watery eyes, 
leave me alone and let me be

Dimness of the past, 
you’ve clothed me up throughout the years
The years came by, not a thing altered, 
no laughter or tears

Same old stuff, same old things, 
and of course, same old lies
I’ve said it, nothing will ever change, 
soon the feeling dies

Now that the sweet year 
is about to have an end
Nothing will ever be the same, 
no more wounds to mend

I’ve held pain so much, 
oh these hands of dirt
For all these years, 
have I really found my worth?