An old poem

This is another old poem.

There are no tears that burn enough for me to cry them
There is no pain that hurts enough for me to die from
So here I stand I stand alone
And there’s no way to help me home
Out of the cold into the warm
No way to keep me safe from harm
If there were tears that burnt enough for me to cry
There’d be a pain that hurt enough for me to die
There is no star that shines for me
There is no flame whose light I see
So here I am in the dark
Tears locked in my aching heart
When there are tears that burn enough for me to cry
There’ll be a pain that hurts enough for me to die

© bardofupton 2018

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