TEARS
Each night when I climb into bed
And see your vacant space,
Sadness overwhelms me
And tears stream down my face.
Hour after hour I cry and cry
And my pillows soaking wet,
I still can’t realise your gone
It hasn’t sunk in yet.
Kind people say that time will heal
My heartaches and my sorrow,
But that’s no consolation now
And I dread every tomorrow.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
Each night when I climb into bed
And see your vacant space,
Sadness overwhelms me
And tears stream down my face.
Hour after hour I cry and cry
And my pillows soaking wet,
I still can’t realise your gone
It hasn’t sunk in yet.
Kind people say that time will heal
My heartaches and my sorrow,
But that’s no consolation now
And I dread every tomorrow.
By
Alfred Weston
© Copyright Reserved 2003
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