When I weep on your shoulder you caress me with the warmest embrace Tears are not a comfort but truly a great suffering
Scarring of the soul a reminder of the bitterness, gained through the years and years in despair What gift pays grieving but the loss of sadness for a moment
Ignorance of children - admirable they know not grief The reminder of sadness is still grinding Still harvesting delight
A fragile bird he cannot fly without his wings You cut them deeply when you were my God and Gods always fail you