Sorrow, a feeling which is unreal
Enters my precious without preparing
But I grieve not, for time will heal
Though oh sorrow’s yet creeping
Thought it solely comes to vile
Life of mine has lived as treated freely
I wrongly felt it lasted awhile
Like leaves that quickly alight from its tree.
It shall away before the day
Of stepping my feet to others’ shoes
“Agony’s part of yours”, they say
I can myself away from the blues.
Even if it vanished my crown
I grieve not, for soon will heal
The word says good in sound
Sorrow a feeling which is unreal.
