The times are getting lonely now <br />In their suffer and exhausting old way <br />For all the agonizing they allow <br />When proportions of their anger will play <br />So much is filled with songs of painful wars <br />And dreams that never came to grow about <br />In complication dimness like above stars <br />That in a night shall show only their doubt <br /> <br />That feeling of the heart my true dearest <br />Is like a dew from the crying of the sky <br />And each their dropp is in my distress nearest <br />With every question that asks on why <br />Oh heavens step why all this war and pain <br />With all their sufferings and sorrow slain<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/songs-of-pain/
