The More I Cry
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The more quiet
I do cry,
As each day goes' by
Is their any such thing
As happiness,
Or, Say',
Will it just past
Me by..
Leaving Me empty...
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The more blessed
Are Thy tear's
As the pain grows'
End on end...
And the crowding of
Judgement that which is
So prevalent,
It's sensation fills my ears'
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As I titter and toddler
And wander,
Strolling along
Life's long arduous path
All of those tear's of emptiness
Cascades and dose a Parade
In cadence and precession
Just beyond My empty LAUGH
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My eye's began to water
And My Heart doth' sprout
Cool, cold chill's
Fore I am all cried out
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Those are just empty reminder's
That are meant to ease away,
All of the fears' and tears'
Those feelings that I feel
They come intermittently
Threw out the day...
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But, I know that some-where
Their is a place for Me
Oh', Shall I wait and see
Just out-doors'
Down yonder...
Just beneath the
Primrose Tree
A place waiting for Me
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Where those dream's
Of Thee just a glisten,
While I wait for Thee
Just My Lord and Me
Dear God,
Please hear My Plea
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Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
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