Jeffery R. Grover
Oh sweet sorrow
Why do tears fill my eyes?
Like drops of dew sprinkled upon the leaves in the early morning
Why is your face filled with sorrow?
Your flesh soaked in mud?
Are you filled with sadness?
Is your mind free from song? Is your mind free from song?
Was pain inflicted?
Was it etched into your skin?
Will you ever forget?
Will you ever regret?
