A Poem by Frank E. George IV
My heart is filled with sorrow,
But is it really my own?
Or is it something I have borrowed,
something I have never known?
Only the wind, only the rain,
Truly know why I have pain.
Only the birds, only the trees,
Know what I see.
My heart wavers as tears fall,
But are they mine to let go?
Have I truly loved and lost,
or is that something I will never know.
'Morrow I may wake to find,
pure joy and no more pain.
I may have never been left behind,
Until then, let fall, my friend, the rain.
My heart wavers as tears fall,
But are they mine to let go?
Have I truly loved and lost,
or is that something I will never know.
'Morrow I may wake to find,
pure joy and no more pain.
I may have never been left behind,
Until then, let fall, my friend, the rain.
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