with every sorrow I've lived through
If I lied every time I thought I could
with forked tongue would I write now?
Of how the tears we shed although
tried not to those times we should have
let loose with enough tears to break every god
****** dam on earth , flood every plain with salt
shed wept, every river bursting from
her hips every being six foot deep,
if I said everything I ever felt
true, just let it out?