Pain sweet pain
it's often thou come,
But as for love
I have yet to see one.
Deeper and deeper
I fall into night,
Where is everyone
I seem to have lost all sight.
Little by little
with each piece of my heart,
My private little world
is slowly falling apart.
The flowers that bloom
shall bloom no more,
For I can see deep within
the end's come to my door.
It doesn't really matter
what is said or even done,
Because I know for a fact
my life has no shinning sun.
Thunder hear the thunder
the lightning it does flash,
The rain falleth endlessly
and to the ground it crash.
Sorrow comes
and sorrow goes,
Just look at me
it forever shows.
What is that
a singing bird,
Don't get your hopes up
it'll soon not be heard.
Raindrops fall
on that stream so sweet,
But whose to say
it'll be there next week.
~Andreia L. Yorl-Sheets
December 11,1991
