I feel sorry for my pillow
Because it drowns in my tears,
I don't cry for you.
I know I'm not alone,
I cry for the years
That have come and gone.
There is love surrounding me,
Yet the heartache goes on.
Ripping through my soul
As if there were no walls.
I tremble and I weep,
Like a terrible storm.
Once the tears stop falling
I turn over the pillow
To rest my head upon its dry face.
I'll wake up in the morning,
As life continues on.