For All The Tears
Together with my self here, I'll return
what I have ever borrow in advance:
Eyes still wet and shiny by tear as before
when you're shedding on my shoulder
while you were whispering in my ear:
The tears of the most grief,
someday I'll need it back
to weep for the most stifling soul.
Tears in recent years
has successfully made more resilient
because every time I would complain about anything
tears reminded me that
grief yet nothing compared to the grief you have prepared,
although I do not know what kind of sadness
which requires the sad tears.
Tears that you received
and you put back into the eye.
Then you ran into a tomb
in a corner of the soul
for a good cry there.
Weeping hunk of faith
formerly with you afford
talk with God.
His voice heard by every ears,
and words immediately executed.
God is present as a silent
and with tears
excite you desire.
"God, please speak! I want to hear your beautiful sound... "
By Norman AS