If only we were made of stone <br />Our hearts would never break, <br />Alas we are but flesh and bone <br />And therefore we must ache. <br /> <br />But never let it show my friend <br />And prove you are not weak, <br />When all good things come to an end <br />It's joy you then must seek. <br /> <br />So greet the new day and be glad <br />Although your wounds lie deep, <br />And smile for then you can't be sad <br />Nor show the tears you weep. <br /> <br />So sing the song that lovers sing <br />Then pain can't linger on, <br />Fly like a bird upon the wing <br />Until your hurt has gone.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-sing-the-song-that-lovers-sing/