PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Tears, wash my soul

Of so much sadness,

Let each drop carry away

The weight I carry in my chest.

Purify my thoughts,

Cleanse the accumulated pain,

That in each tear shed

I may find a little calm.

May these salty waters

Be the balm I need,

So that, when they dry on my face,

A new smile may be reborn.

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