she won't cry
-There are times when we feel isolated and alone;
we can appreciate the beauty around us but can not feel it in our hearts.
-If life is a journey, from birth to death, how much of that path must be walked alone?
-will they return to fill
my gaping soul?
or will the waters dry
to flow no more
and leave me standing
and breathless?
all I can do is
wait.
You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.
we can appreciate the beauty around us but can not feel it in our hearts.
-If life is a journey, from birth to death, how much of that path must be walked alone?
-will they return to fill
my gaping soul?
or will the waters dry
to flow no more
and leave me standing
and breathless?
all I can do is
wait.
You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
But, alas, her eyes are dry,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the fear that closes her eyes,
The smile she wears is but a disguise,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see the hope that is finally dead,
She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
She won't cry.
No, she won't cry.
You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
No one saw her die inside,
They won't cry.
No, they won't cry.
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