The Sorrow It Sings

It started off as a joyful sound;
that now i feel
can not be found.
The sorrow it sings
is so loud.
I plead day by day
where is the feeling.
The one the that brought
me to this meaning
that love has a strong feeling.
But now I feel that it is sad;
singing to me sounds of sorrow.
Like a crowd in a funeral;
its pleads bring it back tomorrow.
I now have no clue if
I'll feel this feeling again.
Will it be dead and gone
like a mortal soul;
or have phase like a moon its own.
Thats what i am praying for.
That it sings louder;
but with a joyful tune
that makes me smile.
But for now the
sorrow it sings
makes me frown.

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