When song is pain—
A hit by a female artist,
So the husband producers can take limousines,
When song is pain,
A young girl, emotionally engaged,
Will never be the same;
When song is pain,
That has to be the best song to hear
In the mall, when you don’t have to be cognizant of the rain;
When song is pain,
You might briefly escape common sense
And feel what the wordless is saying;
When song is pain,
It will never be a poem, or a very good song.
Pain is nothing. Pain is wrong—
A shadow following you down a sunlit lane.
