The sun may shine on many a head,
But below it all a tear may be shed
For a sorrow seemingly too heavy to bear
On a heart that`s hopelessly full of despair.
The heartache may be due to such an event
As a person, once held like an agate
Now lost forever through many a fate
As death, so the heart gives way to vent.
Feelings are trampled on just like sward
But who can say how we cross that ford,
It may seem easy to those looking on
But happiness for us unable to be won.
Often sorrow over shadows our happier times,
Life taking on the taste of bitter wines,
We carry on regardless with our trials
And usually come through with many smiles.
