Cries from a sorrowed soul
Vain as which they are
flow as a whole
for all they do is scar

Bearing the burden of loss
seeking to ease of it
And as of now you cross
It just causes fit

Now tired and drained
Weeping, roll bloodied tears
wet  hooves that are stained
releasing all your held tight fears

Not being able to rid of the pain
You do your best to stay sane