TEAR DROPS



Oft times life is cruel and ruthless

Well calculated decisions collapses before your eyes —

Tear drops drag all your hopes

Into distant oceans;

Leaving you red soul distraught.

I met myself this morning,

standing under a cold bridge in the city;

Tears in my eyes, a faded flower

in my hands

Oh, woman, my soul, dream brighter again

Oh, mystery child,

don’t let the flame in you die. We

gonna be alright. Things fall apart, things grow again

Things fall apart, things grow again, things grow again


Season Of Becoming | 2022 

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