Good Times Gone.

Where are the good times?
Where they went?
Why they left me here, alone, seeking for the grace that there is not?

Love, where is love?
Where it went?
Why it left me here, all by myself, waiting for it to come back some day?

Please life, stop getting me fooled.
It is not me the bad one, but the others around me,
Whose cannot learn even
Screaming to them,
Telling them 1000 times,
trying to face them and finding to eyes.
No eyes to the future. Dead eyes left behind.

Good times, please come in, and stay. It is all I ask now.