For even though tears are cleansing to the soul,
Mine will not come clean,
For all I know is the pain and hurt I have seen.
In this void, there is a silent cry...........
A cry for help that will not die.......
A cry that comes from a breaking heart and a tormented mind,
A cry that seems not a helping soul to find.
A cry that will scream forever in the dark,
A cry that will never find rest or a place to embark.
For unless you know of this pain, you will never understand the cry,
The cry that screams inside and makes you want to die..........
It is a sorrowful cry, so sad to hear,
It is the cry of the mourning dove that you hear.....