Would that it be so easy to wipe that tear from your eye,
and breathe new life into your weary soul.
I fear the times you journey to the mystic kingdom,
have taken their bitter toll.
Come rest here take shelter,
lay down your weary head.
Watch the stars,share dreams with sleep,
take comfort from your bed.
I too have felt the pierce,
of a thousand darts rending me.
I too have awakened in the night,
realizing the futility.
Yet though you think no one cares,
If I could I would,
dry that tear for you.
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