I have cried the tears of a hundred years
and lived with the passion of one.

I have felt a heart rend a thousand times,
only ever loved with the intensity of one.

Beyond the tears and pain of many ages,
I have glimpsed the chance I could have had.

for the next lifetime of suffering, I exist
barely enduring for my only true chance

But for now, another year passes into dust
my tears make the earth wet, and hope grows.

Date Added: Tuesday January 15, 2002 - [permalink]