~Broken187Soul~

Soft is the rain, it gently falls upon soft fields of green 

Like the tears that fall from the cheeks of a broken soul 

That carries a pain so deep it tears her apart from inside 

Her soul silently weeps for the solitude she seeks 

To run and hide away from her brutal past 

Face the demons that casts the shadows of her tragic path 

Suffocating her in her last breath 

Drowning her in her own pool of deep dark sorrows 

Crushing and paralyzing her in an agonizing weakness that breaks the soul

Fighting desperately to push back the tears from the sadness through the years 

The broken become numb in life 

She carries the pain and suffering, the wounds and scars 

All through her life it shows the years through the tears in her eyes. 

~Broken187Soul~

Copyright 12-10-15