My weary heart now needs a rest, from the rush of days gone by, So I lift my heart up to the sun as I breathe in the deep blue sky.
My sorrow won’t cry her tears for you, my lonely heart tries not to notice you are gone... But each and every time I look inside I find the words to a brand new song.
I thought my heart was doing well as I turned and walked away; But every now and then I stop and I ask, "Why did love turn out this way?"
I don’t know that I will ever understand the Lord’s reasons for this going awry; I trust that my God knows what is best for me... And greet the blessings of each day with Love’s sigh.
Thanks Deb for this contribution to the poetry of the new millenium. Excellent work. "My sorrow won’t cry her tears for you,
my lonely heart tries not to notice you are gone..." a wonderfully fresh and original line.
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my lonely heart tries not to notice you are gone..." a wonderfully fresh and original line.