The rain has stopped falling,
and the sun no longer shines.
Can broken hearts
truly be mended?
perhaps, on the other side.
The joke bears the retelling.
You didn't cry alone.
Your suffering is ended.
In song you still go on.
May the loser finally win
May your sorrows be redressed.
May broken hearts be rendered whole
May your tears be dried at last.
( Robin Gibbs, RIP)
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
The rain has stopped falling,
and the sun no longer shines.
Can broken hearts
truly be mended?
perhaps, on the other side.
The joke bears the retelling.
You didn't cry alone.
Your suffering is ended.
In song you still go on.
May the loser finally win
May your sorrows be redressed.
May broken hearts be rendered whole
May your tears be dried at last.
( Robin Gibbs, RIP)
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