a thousand tears,
shed time and time again.
a thousand years,
leaves you to wonder when.

why must loves grip cause so much yet mask so little pain.
love is my wound,
she was the break in my torrential rain.
sometimes i wonder,
did she love me?
my love strong as thunder,
yet did she see?

a thousand tears...
shed time and time again....
a thousand years...
leaves you to wonder when...