When I weep on your shoulder
You caress me with the warmest embrace
Tears are not a comfort
But truly a great suffering

Scarring of the soul a reminder of
The bitterness,
Gained through the years and years
In despair
What gift pays grieving
But the loss of sadness for a moment

Ignorance of children - admirable
They know not grief
The reminder of sadness
Is still grinding
Still harvesting delight

A fragile bird he cannot fly
Without his wings
You cut them deeply
When you were my God
And Gods always fail you