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A Mark Upon My Soul
In the still of the night My tears will fall, People wonder why I still cry at all. But some sorrows survive The passing of time, The changing of the seasons Without reason or rhyme. I’ve been through those doors That fate once hid from me, Touched by such sorrow that would drive A strong man to his trembling knee. Sometimes the falling rain Matches me tear for tear, While the moaning wind’s cries, Echo with mine in my ear. I guess that it’s just a mark upon my soul, Even though it happened a while ago, Sometimes, some things once broken, Can never again be whole, And a woman just has to live with, A mark upon her soul.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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