No one listens to another's pain
The subtle ways it shows
A tear in an eye of a smiling face
True happiness, never shows
A glance away, when you mention a name
Hand to the heart, at a song
A heavy sadness follows them
Forever, trying to be strong
We don't pay attention, to the look in the eye
When a memory crosses their mind
That rips out their soul, and tortures them
To their suffering, we are blind
Never judge another's path
You do not know what they do
What it takes, every day
To try to be normal like you
Pam Penta
7/16/19
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
No one listens to another's pain
The subtle ways it shows
A tear in an eye of a smiling face
True happiness, never shows
A glance away, when you mention a name
Hand to the heart, at a song
A heavy sadness follows them
Forever, trying to be strong
We don't pay attention, to the look in the eye
When a memory crosses their mind
That rips out their soul, and tortures them
To their suffering, we are blind
Never judge another's path
You do not know what they do
What it takes, every day
To try to be normal like you
Pam Penta
7/16/19
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