She built me up, <br />than broke me down, <br />to a poet without words. <br />The sentence for the man of death, <br />when screamed is still not heard. <br />Painters paint by seen of sight, <br />but for the blind the colors stay. <br />So far away like dark of night, <br />and beauty cant remain. <br />Pounds of drums can cover screams, <br />upon the battle fields. <br />Grass can grow to bring disguise, <br />of graves that battles yield. <br />She built me up, <br />than broke me down. <br />Tis when I learned, <br />tears have a sound.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sound-of-tears/
