I fed the world my tears
With sobs of wile and woe.
Sternly, I faced my fears
To hearts of young and old.
Youth shows half the truth
Of crimson colors wild.
The spirit voice's mute,
As songs of aging lie.
Until such life's at peace,
Till all the splendid hailed;
With tears my eyes will speak
Of capsized wishes feigned.
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Excellent, and powerful. I especially like how you created the stanzas.