Irony

I listen to the wind-
I watch the rain
for the sun to come again-
to put an end to the pain
loss of the time and friend-
nothing left, not a stain
lovers hearts soon on the mend-
me, I'm stuck on memory lane
wandering around, trying to pretend-
there still may be something to gain
minds shouldn't break, but bend-
snapping to release insane
tomorrow they're supposed to send-
the ticket to the last jet plane
boarding, only then-
I'll see the sun through the window pane
and that's the irony of living in-
a world run by the likes of the vain.