It will never stop

In plain day light, they weave the thread,
Creating joy where shadows dread,
Our anguish feeds their endless plot,
And they are glad, it'll never stop.

With laughter dyed, they paint the day,
When minds are bright, they fade away,
Our sorrow's sweet, the perfect crop,
And they are glad, it'll never stop.

The gentle breeze, a whisper soft,
Brings warmth and peace, it lifts aloft,
Our pain's the spice that makes them pop,
And they are glad, it'll never stop.

We hear their cheer, a joyous song,
While we, alone, feel all the wrong,
Our torment's owned, a treasured drop,
And they are glad, it'll never stop.

So watch them thrive while we're ensnared,
In every smile, our hearts laid bare,
This cruel delight, their kind will shop,
And they are glad, it'll never stop.