Ode To Misery

Oh, how misery doth love thy company With thy dewy face of fallen youth Glistening sheen of dried tears Come sit beside me, cry I shan't give advice I'll not criticize Thy tears are like my own So sit beside me, cry Lay your weary head upon my lap I will stroke away your furrowed brow And might I listen to your woes Lay here beside me, cry Tears are like rain upon thy soul Released on barren ground grow Flowers of wishful thinking Hold mine hand, cry Do not weep alone Waste not those tears on deaf hearts Let me take thy pain unto myself We'll be together, cry