At last I’ve touched the grief within my heart
Massive like a sculpture from the past
And as I feel its strength my small tears start
There is no pain, the anguish is confessed
Sometimes I have run with panic fear
Sometimes sought distraction, bought my way
But now my bones are old my eyes are tears
I hardly can make out the the light of Day
Stoney grief implacable as sin
Blocks my path but will not let me in
There is no hatref left ,it cannot win
Will never find the soul that lives within.
I have nothing left no gold no jewel
Love and patience must be my right tools
