Sorrow streams down my face,
in rivers of pain.
I stay silent because it seems that no one really cares.
I sit and wait for my sorrows to lift, yet slowly it gets heavier the longer I wait.
I know deep inside that my light is there,
my shine is never not there.
Its just covered up
by all the suffering I bare.
I do hope soon the vail
and I will see the sun
once again in Its glorious gleam.