Pain In The Heart

A pain in the heart for being empty, 
like a look thrown to a dry plenty, 
Hoping to hear a splash does the thirsty, 
All to see in there is how to remedy, 
None to tell if the sun flats down the moon, 
And soon no one shall fill the empty noon, 
Here raise the wind along to hold, 
No one is to regret the bold, 
Relying on a coming day to sold, 
Past to come all still too cold, 
Disappointed days are not slow, 
No eyes to see dignity below, 
Since a day no one to size that day, 
Fit the glory day and rooms away, 
every live have to pay , 
Every tree waits to pray, 
Longer a moment the moments run,
To catch and to expire to be done, 
none a breath to sound the same, 
Since our sins live in fame