Sound of Tears
She built me up then broke me down,
to a poet without words.
The sentence for the man of death,
when screamed is still not heard.
Painters paint by seen of sight,
but for the blind the colors stay.
So far away like dark of night,
so beauty can't remain.
Sounds of drums can cover screams,
upon the battle fields.
Grass can grow to bring disquise,
of graves that battles yield.
She built me up then broke me down,
this when I learned tears have a sound.
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