There can be sore and there can be pain
Not all rain comes upon good ground
Others can see yet we are not able
Other can feel and were left numb
Where is the sense in rest?
Where am I to find some?
Am I alone in this pain called love?
Am I along in my sorrow, shame and regret?
Yet I see, if only dimly
and I sense if only a little
I can feel if only some what
That there is hope in tomorrows sun set
Photo by James Kovin on Unsplash
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