Jan 2015
Throughout my sorrow
I do lie
I do whisper
And this sorrow grows
It leaks from me
Barely visible
But there
I become
More sorrow
Less sorrow
Enough sorrow
As if there were a limit
I do lie
I do whisper
And this sorrow grows
It leaks from me
Barely visible
But there
I become
More sorrow
Less sorrow
Enough sorrow
As if there were a limit
