I cry and cry
And cry and cry
My throat aches from the screams behind it
My tears flow out nonstop
So many pour out of me
They cleanse me
My soul rinses
And I’m left gold and peach-rose
A flower adorned by Him Who cries just as much
Poetry & Prose
I cry and cry
And cry and cry
My throat aches from the screams behind it
My tears flow out nonstop
So many pour out of me
They cleanse me
My soul rinses
And I’m left gold and peach-rose
A flower adorned by Him Who cries just as much