The spirit of an aching heart

This piteous heart, It spills the blood
When pains and scorn may not cease to flood
I wonder if I can make it disappaer
And free my soul from its pains and fear

Oh taste the scorn of lingering hate
That's ignited by the cruelty of relentless fate
To excrutiate the quivering heart so frail
When hopes river dries bt pain falls in hail

When we suffer without an evident reason
When winter's hardship carry themselves in every season
We lose hope, become discouraged and accept the pain
And we miss that behind it all there's much more to gain

But there's never an abundance like that of being bold
To rescucitate the fallen soul to be able to hold
All the suffering with courage and no complains
As life throws its worst at the hearts that live in its stains

Dear laughter thank u for occasional presence
That comforts and appeases in gladness' absence
It brings a little joy for a little while
So we may bless the chilling earth with a peaceful smile

Give thanks for all encounters whether good or bad
Lifes a valuable lesson for which we should be only glad
For all the experiences we meet and the times that we spend
We are lucky, we are blessed by the days he sends (12/05/2012)