Constant Caller

Weeping fils my days,

Pain a constant caller,

The voices of my wailing echo in my ears.

My dry eyes lie about my soul.

My soul longs for  place far away, 

far away from here. 

A place with no more pain, 

no more tears, 

no more weeping.


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