Surrounded by a
thousand souls, I cannot hear their laughter,
in the crowd, I feel
her tears, drowned out by the chatter.
Her face downcast,
her eyes set forth a torrent of her pain,
I watch her standing
by herself, my heart begins to wane.
A child of the sun,
she usually laughs and sets the world ablaze.
Her sun is eclipsed
and the rain starts to fall, her mind becomes a haze.
Whence has gone the
joy she had, i feel her heart is bleeding.
Too young for love
and yet too old, there is aught she is needing.
Alone amidst a sea of
hearts, hers is the one that cries,
she looks up into my
eyes, make haste before she dies.
I wrap my hands
around her pain and put it to my mind,
her soul cries out a
slow lament, I fear what I should find.
Melancholy has taken
in, a torment to her heart,
She leans against my
chest and weeps, my world just fell apart.
"How do I stem
this pain dear child? I wish to see you smile,"
"Just say my
name, it is your voice which helps keep me alive..."
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