Category : Poems

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I see the tears which drop from your eyes sweet child
Tears which well up from the deepest realms of the soul
Tears born of memories, of hopes and dreams unfulfilled
Your tears are more precious than gold dear child, for it is through them that the soul is made pure
Still a life filled with only tears, is a life in the shadows
As a flower withers without sunshine, so do our souls without hope
Oh that I could wipe the tears from your sweet eyes
If I could open the clouds and make the sun shine once again apon your face