When I found myself with hurt or pain
I’d run to the place that made me feel sane.
I’d cry my tears & there they would drip
onto my dress, seeping through to my slip.
The wicked winds take the water high
The more it did the more I’d cry.
My tears would fall into the sea
There they will live in harmony
copyright. Marlene Dawn 2003
~Joseph
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)