I hear the sad song in your heart
Each tear sheds a verse in refrain
I'm aware of the wounds to your soul
Each scar is a link in the chain.
Will I find a wet tear on your pillow
Fallen from gloomy, bleak, eyes?
Or a notebook scribbled with hatred
For the girls you dislike or the guys.
Is it home life that scrapes up the anger
From the barrel of frustrations plight?
Would you rather be dead from a handgun
Then to go through another dark night?
I assume you expect this short poetry
To end on some gleeful, bright, phrase
That somehow I'll give you the wisdom
To brighten your dark dreary days.
But the answers you need are within you
And not from a guy who means well
We've all got our own little demon
To divert us with shadow or spell.
So Janie, sweet Janie, don't cry now
As disharmony rages about
We've all got to struggle through life
With faith in ourselves or without.
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