Tears sit idly
Waiting to fall
Lovely ladies
Waiting to call
Waiting for an act – or word
That, when these ears have duly heard
Will unleash a torrent seldom felt
by those whom Fate has fairly dealt
His hand. And knowing mine is the other kind
That always turns within my mind
And leads to darkness, in which I dwell
Alone, with nothing but the tears that fell.
aww...why tears? just waiting? fate is what we make of it...withe the cards we are dealt...
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