Midnight Rambles
Where Sorrows Hide
Down below, where sorrows hide,
far past the pool of old tears cried
where even angels fear to tread,
there, among the living dead…
lies a spark of hope so small,
it might well not exist at all.
Its light so feeble, small and low,
it rests where none will dare to go.
Down there among the living dead,
where even angels fear to tread…
Among the shadows looming tall
where silence muffles every call
and darkness holds its caustic sway
there is no night, nor even day..
A place that even angels dread
beneath the feet of shuffling dead…
A garden full of sadness sown
with thorns and briars overgrown
and gray among gray overtones
A place so dark and full of woe
with fear and pain on every row
where silence still like blankets lie
across the dreams of you and I...
Beneath the paths of living dead
where even angels fear to tread,
just past the pool of old tears cried,
down below where sorrows hide
Where Sorrows Hide