SORROW SINGS
SORROW SINGS
S.O.S.
Man so often,
Sings of Sorrow
When the fires burn down
And the embers turn to that gray ash.
S.O.S.
It's so easy to
Sing of Sorrow
When the heart grows cold
And there's death in each tomorrow.
S.O.S.
Listen to those
Singing of Sorrow
When there's no living flesh beside you
And no gentle words to tide you through the pain.
S.O.S.
Through the pain
Sing of Sorrow
We journey on regardless of our troubles
The Sun will rise tomorrow, then again and again.....
by Richard Lee Cook
©Copyright 2011
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