The Night It Hurts When It Should Be So Beautiful.

The night it hurts when it should be So beautiful. And beautiful the stars, the quiet immense, Below the Ocean immense. Yet there is a restlessness that grows, a Heart that with injustice breaks. There be a heart that with pains Overflows. There be a heart that cries and cannot Cry. Below, see, the damp stones below My mother lies. She sleeps, she dreams, to-night. And quiet the trees of the cemetery Tall sentinels of sadness stand. Alight, alight, on wings of magic bright One by one the sickly stars to-night. The night it hurts when it should be So beautiful. And beautiful the stars, the quiet immense, Below the Ocean immense. Yet there is a restlessness that grows, a Heart that with injustice breaks.