Songs Of Pain

The times are getting lonely now In their suffer and exhausting old way For all the agonizing they allow When proportions of their anger will play So much is filled with songs of painful wars And dreams that never came to grow about In complication dimness like above stars That in a night shall show only their doubt That feeling of the heart my true dearest Is like a dew from the crying of the sky And each their dropp is in my distress nearest With every question that asks on why Oh heavens step why all this war and pain With all their sufferings and sorrow slain