Cry, cry, cry
I have seen the faces of the bruised,
Tears and the bubbles of sorrowful eyes.
I have seen hearts fall into silence,
Broken, wounded,
Breathing through the ache of loss.
The one you loved the most
Has drifted beyond the reach of dawn,
And now the cold sun glows
Upon your trembling soul.
How can I restore your gentle peace?
How can I offer comfort
To a heart that grieves this deeply?
How can I ask for your eyes
To weep no more,
When sorrow still clings to every breath?
Still, I offer my tender sympathy
Take heart,
And draw your dearest ones closer.
For even in the ache of goodbye,
Love still whispers,
"I am here."
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