Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

The barren feed the barren,
and empty hearts a like in manner seek 
to satisfy a sadness, stuck deep 
within the marrow of the meek.

They blame the cheerful, and cast
them far beyond their realm of consciousness,
while coddling the joyless with sorrows 
that would spoil true happiness.

Faith will master self-deception,
reduce to ash the flame
of ruinous self-interest, and sow 
the seeds of gladness once again.