I see the pain and misery,
that everyone is going through.
The pain of a broken heart,
and the misery of the scars of a great loss.
I feel the pain and misery,
just the same as everyone else does.
For I too, am going through it.
I gave my heart away,
just to have it thrown away,
like the evening paper (received,used & tossed)
I fear the pain and misery,
that we're all going through.
I can't help wondering,
Will we get past this? Will we survive? (when)
Somehow, someday it'll all be better,
I have to believe it's true because,
I don't want to see, nor feel, nor fear,
All the pain and misery no more.
BL
6/9/94
