I Saw Her Cry Poem by E.W. Griffith

I saw her cry, I saw her cry;
The pain came streaming down her eyes
A solemn moan, a dreary sigh,
A broken heart, sorrows of a weary soul.

She read her poem, She read her poem:
Her and her son, by daddy, left alone
Her little man, to me, never known;
yet his pure love still helps mommy to stand.

When she was done I paused and thought
What ever happens to a dream that is lost?
Does it decay or fade away,
As a man who does boast in the grave?

And as I thought, and thought again,
Truth, knocked on my heart then entered in
Speaking light I barely knew,
Revealing the thesis of her mirrored gloom,

As he spoke, I said, now I see
Why God wants all of our trust placed in him:
for Man's heart, is the sea;
whose destiny detoured by the wind
So eye not dust but view the sky,
or time shall surely pass u bye
was the less-on that I-learned
on the day that I saw her cry