Who can stop the heart from breaking?
Who can calm the tempest quaking?
For if the heart is weak, concaving,
Who can keep cold hands from taking?
Who can stop the eyes from weeping?
A cry so deep that ends in sleeping.
The remnants of a soul's heart break,
With none to soothe the sores that ache.
Who can keep the soul from dying,
Leaving and in freedom flying
Tethered to this mortal coil
Life filled with tears and death and sighing.
SK(art)
