Sorrow

I wrote this poem when I was 8 years old so forgive it strangeness .i could never bring myself to change it .. 

A sad senseless pain like when snow turns to rain tears at my heart and cries out in vain . It cries to be free it wants to leave me . I bid it fair well and so tell it to go . I listen ,I wait I hope ! Oh dear God no . For how can it be that this sad lonely feeling still lives inside me . Then a bright light I see , takes shape around me , it enters my heart and so sets me free..