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
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:56 PM UTC
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
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