When tears of sorrow flow down my cheeks
It's not the dreaded morrow, but frightful weeks
That turns months to years
Failed goals that sear
Rips the heart
from beating chest
Ends in failure from the start
The work, the wait is lack of best.
The neverending tock of clock
Rings the alarming of haunt
Dreams that are tightly locked
Desires burn, ache and flaunt
Out of reached for troubled hand
Broken mirror of reality face
a look from horrible sinful man
Salt of tears linger in taste
Despair closing in
The blood of Christ washes once again
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