
my sorrow is hollow in a heart that echoes with the sound of tears and laughter of what was and what will never be
my sorrow is hollow in a heart that echoes with the sound of tears and laughter of what was and what will never be
she feigns a laugh before she cries a broken heart with no goodbyes pain and sorrow have burrowed in her lover's eyes, a face gone dim oh, cruel the time, tick-tock, the years deeply etched lines channel her tears an empty vessel, she sets course her sails billow as winds blow north upon life’s ocean, vast and deep fate beckons, no time to weep
one day, i will summit the mountain after i finish climbing this hill i will traverse the river valley where the waters run still one day, i will summit the mountain on a full sturgeon moon at Lamas and cast shadows in the high grass knowing i have fulfilled my promise one day, i will summit the mountain with a new perspective and a clear view when my life below the mountain has passed on the summit my life begins anew