Lizzy

Tell Me

May my sorrowful cry be weakened
like the teardrop from above.
My heart become light weight,
Any empty of love and joy.
My voice will no longer have a
sound of liveliness.
And now it is just a moan and no more.
May my head hang low
to my selfish cry.
It there a cloth of some kind
that may remove the sunken down
bitter tear that soaks my body
full? Has this revolting emotion
grasped command of my living soul,
Has it made me one teardrop
that was shed by the marvelous
wonders of Heaven?

This Day Will Come
Oh how will I know when the day will come
Will the sky separate from the earth below
Will there be a stop to everyone's dismay
Would everyone greet with a hello

May the wishes become true to the eye
Shall there be no teardrop shed form one
Will there be no crime that makes one die
Will fear be washed away from those who run

We will live the future and not the past
We will come hand in hand at peace to our day
Live your life now as the clock ticks fast
This is no miracle, no need to pray

This wonderful day will come when all will see
They shall see the lies that are held between

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