By day, and by night, i sit and i write.
Thoughts of love, and pain, thoughts of wonder and of vain.
My heart is what i write, every day and every night.
I fight just for the hope that i can write all that i can tonight.
But even the fight is not enough,
Nor is the warmth of your caring touch.
The pain and anguish have hurt too bad,
And i cannot help but be sad.
Thoughts of you pull me through, but not for long.
All i know is that my writing has to be stong.
Just to keep me holding on.
...oooOOO Tears of Gold OOOooo...
Prickling hot glistening tears from the eyes above
Fall in little rivulets round the nose out of pain, thoughts or love
Hot tears roll down the cheeks cooling as they fall
Salty on the lips they pass they don’t stall.
Tears of pain, tears for the dead, tears for the dying
Tears for the newborns the weddings and tears for the sighing.
Tears that roll onto the bared chest with arms open wide
Giving comfort and strength as they try to stem the tide
Tears for the fears unrealised but real
Tears for those lost or that’s how they feel
Tears that flow for those we have not met
They need our tears but they will not know it and yet
They may feel our tears shed for them all
Tears shed out of pity or love they can fall
Tears for the free who think they are not worth it
Tears for the captives that do not deserve it
My tears are falling without knowing why
But the tears that are golden never run dry
They run for the love of all human kind
Wishing and hoping the deserving will find
Some one to bare their chest for them all
And comfort them as their own tears do fall.