In the still of the night when the world is at rest <br />When all around is dead and there is no one to heal her heart <br />Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears <br />She cries not for him <br />She cries not for them <br />She cries for her heart <br />A pain from deep within <br />She is just another silent sigh and a wordless whisper <br /> <br />In the still of the night when the world is at rest <br />When all around is dark and there is no one to dry her tears <br />Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears <br />She cries not for this <br />She cries not for that <br />She cries from her heart <br />A pain from deep within <br />She is just another lost and lonely soul without direction <br /> <br />In the still of the night when the world is at rest <br />When all around is dead and there is no one to hear her cry <br />Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears <br />She cries not for joy <br />She cries not for laughter <br />She cries from her heart a pain from deep within <br />She is just another beautiful picture without colour <br /> <br />In the still of the night when the world is at rest <br />When all around is dead and no one to feel her pain <br />Weeps the lady with the painted smile and the silent tears <br />Till day breaks and the lark does sing <br />Only then wipes away her precious tears <br />Then once again she puts on her painted smile<br /><br />Lilac Wine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeps-the-lady-with-the-painted-smile/
