lacking all ease

we're faced with everything but honest grief

hard lies are shouted in the open street

and pleasant words recited in retreat

 

by both the kind physician and the thief

until we think the harsh venom is sweet

we're faced with everything but honest grief

 

so we resile still there's no real relief

for either broken hearts or weary feet

since life itself turns out to be a cheat

we're faced with everything but honest grief