Do you see the sadness in my eyes,
or would it come as a surprise
to find out that my heart is hollow,
or how much of my hurt I swallow..?
Do you notice my unhappy soul?
Each tear I cry taking it’s toll..
My endless pain is worse each day,
my rock developed feet of clay…
The grief I carry haunts my mind
the child’s face, time left behind.
I struggle through another week
with sorrow rolling down my cheek.