Life of your sadness
Raining sadness upon your faceYour heart is in the sun's Hellion eyes.
Eyes of present and memories of past
You're like a Weeping Willow in this city of night.
Too many wrongs, you think, but tonight
Suffering and agony has left you barely alive.
You are but a seed in a feild of trees.
Oh, what silliness you are-face wet like mine.
You don't see the core of life, but you could have.
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