Not Another Tear

A golden yellow painted the horizon that gave sight to the setting of the sun The clouds seemed to melt onto themselves becoming one Large bodies of mist, almost fog gave form to many things as the mind saw Weary was the day as the last breeze swept the surface of the Earth's crust, good night it did call From the inside of a vehicle into this painting of the sky he did stare The mellow feeling he felt was almost perfect, as if the world was at peace A small tear for such memory did his eyes release A storm of memories began to thunder in his mind, oh if life was fair And endless ocean was ahead, yet again more tears to his soul His heart weakly began to speak As his tears began to waterfall, all coming from the depths of his heart whole All this weeping surely made his judgement weak He walked down memory lane With ever step taken forward he refelt all the passed pain Memorys that dwelled in his being as a huge stain Feelings all we so plain Dark, for the sun was asleep Dreams in the air walked around to seek a mind to torment Nightmares they took shelter in the mind of the weak, all whom lived in lament The walk to the top surely is very steep With age comes wisdom, mistakes pave the path that we walk on to the next step From the window he stared, blood shot eyes stared into the sky, oh he felt fear As it was to pass with or without his consent, time did age into a year A cloud flew over his shadow, it whispered not another tear