Birds and trees makes weird sounds
Like a lonely song of a broken heart
And a cry of thousand souls
Pleading, begging
To see some light
From the darkest corners of the night
Oh love, oh hope
Lead these agonizing souls
Out and free of pain
And fin'lly see the rain
That'll wash away the tears
And will let new leaves grow
And promise new hopes of tomorrow
That will be free from all sorrows.
YOU ARE READING
In the Crowded Place I Hide
PoetryBook two of "In My Solitude" This is an all sonnets poetry connected to each other.
