No more tears

With loss and end of love and pain that falls from far above,

Bring to me a cure or simple peace,

The wall will crash, the sky will fall, the stars will turn to dust.

My eyes are dry, can not cry, or feel what I must.

And then upon a midnight cloud, silently washing the black around,

The darkness will slither by, and nature will have its cry,

For the light to come, from the morning sun,

And the day as it begins, to wash away the night times sins.

As the world it spins, like a falling pin into a wheel of time.

The seas will flood, giving life its blood,

And forgiveness wrought will rest the mind.