Sorrow

Sorrow My sorrow can swim my sorrow can fly I’ve tried to put it to bed but my sorrow wont lye It’s not only well hidden behind a smiling man’s eyes It has so many places in which it resides It’s in the flowering fields with a hundred wild horses Soon to be given the whip and made to tread courses It’s in the clouded young mind of an innocent youth Hoping the prescription pills will help find inner peace and truth It’s in the proud glaring eyes of a father watching his young children play Wishing the moment would last forever instead of the one scheduled day It’s in the words of a Doctor giving an expecting mother bad news It’s in the prick of a needle by the people that use It’s in the loud boisterous laugh of a whiskey fuelled voice As he tries to drown sorrow with his poison of choice It’s in the tears of a family when a loved one has passed It’s in that Mystical River into which sorrow is cast It’s etched deep in the hands of a working class man Providing for his beloved family the best way he can It’s in the heart of a coloured man ridiculed for his race Pretty soon you’ll find sorrow written on the racist man’s face It’s in the royal children’s hospital waiting room chair It’s not hard to find sorrow sitting in there It’s in the steps of an overweight ladies journey she embarks Sick of the snickering and sneering and constant remarks It’s in the 2 x 2 cell getting taught life’s harshest lessons It’s in the homeless man’s trolley with all his worldly possessions It’s with the millions of people fighting a battle inside When you go looking for sorrow it’s not that hard to find So when sorrow comes calling be sure to answer your phone And acknowledge that it’s too big a beast to try and tackle alone Endure the best way you can all of life’s undulations Knowing that sorrows a train that will stop at all stations.