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Sadness

Here's a little tale about sadness, we all know what that means.

It makes every day a dark one, and it eats away at your dreams.

My heart is heavy with sadness, I don't think it can hold anymore.

I wonder to myself sometimes, maybe that's all our hearts are for.

 

Is there anybody out there to help me, or at least listen to my plea.

Could somebody gather up my sadness and take it all away from me.

Because it's burning a hole right through me, tearing me up inside.

And I'm running out of tears to cry, and also out of places to hide.

 

So that's my little take on sadness, nothing you haven't heard before.

Nothing you wouldn't find in a sad book, with a happy ending for a cure.

But these are not the words from a book, they are words so very real.

I just long to be rid of this sadness and again some happiness to feel.

 

 

 

 

◄ Hillsborough Dads (a Fathers Day poem)

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