The pillows are wet
Awash with tears they can't forget
Of pain, sadness, sorrows, regret...
In the land of endless tears!
If walls could, they'd speak volumes
So much It'd fill up so many rooms
But they're locked up, an impregnable tomb
In the land of endless fears!
A gully of tears run down the face
Each drop running as it were a race
The voice as it speaks is passion laced -
"Where are the happy years?"
A million thoughts crisscross the mind
A thousand dreams - all left behind
Just one person I seek to find
Who'd say "Dont worry, I am here"!
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