Sorrow

Sorrow is like a scorched and desolate land.

Barren and dry built on sinking sands.

Sorrow is like a tree in the east wind.

Like a lonely meadow, when dawn sweeps in.

Sorrow is more than, an unhappy sigh.

Sorrow is near when a loved one dies.

Sorrow is cold and full of tears.

Sorrow will make true your darkest fears.

Sorrow will never make you glad.

Sorrows gift is to make you sad.