Cry

Crying, sadness, life

Its the years gone by, which make me Cry
Memories once forgotten
Sad times or maybe rotten

how to let go
I do not know
I am able to hold on so well
So Tight
but let go, try as I might
has ended up by biggest fight

Thoughts of tomorrow
Seem not to lessen the sorrow
of years gone by
opportunities denied

looking up, its not so dark
As time has not made me look
As though I'm hung from a hook,

The Hook,can take,
or catch you with its bate,
left into the hands of fate

Yet Years gone by,
of parents young,
Grandparents there
When you never had a care

Yet when They've gone
It feels so wrong,
The way emotions arise from a song,
or piece from a book,
a little expression or a familiar look

At least I'm not on a Hook,
At least my life you have not Took,
At least I still have a look,

Of A life
A life
A life for me

Oh what O what O what will be,
Let it be up to Me
For I will not
think of me

Dry up, my load so heavy
Clean up the minds and acts of the many
Allow it all to be
How It is in this Heart Of Me!