The Joy Of Sorrow



A bitter tear smashes the surface
Happiness spreads it's wings, never to return
Blackness now the state of mind, an endless age of suffering
A statue it speaks words never to be spoken
Forced entries opens up the soul like never healing wounds
Will it ever disappear?

It's beautiful like moonlight touching water
It's painful, a being torn to shreds
It's magnificent like perfection itself
It's awful, a being fading on the shelf

Endless cries above and below
Prayers they stay unheard like the silence of a world, fading into nothingness
Time has left us in the cold, still the fires are burning
While everything is getting old, except the sorrow in the snow







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