When we mourn the day just gone
But think of the battles
Mainly lost but a couple won

When we look upon our lives
But think of our emotions
Where the tears are few of joy but mainly frustrations

When we look around and all we feel is loathing
But we keep in check cause that’s the thing to do
But our mood is as black as our corporate clothing

When the clock face is what we stare
And the time we leave
Is how we measure our life when we are not there

All the measure is how much is been taken
And not what is been given
Your home life is what has been forsaken