Tears fall out of grace
Gloom rushes on face
The secret is not known
But tears are of my own
I bow down and stare
And think of where
This grace is shown
I am joyfully blown
The tears fall one by one
It is seen by none
I feel no let down
But joy is clearly shown
Even though life contains agony and pain
I remain
Ever cheerful
Along with people
It is gift
That almighty sometimes shift
Showers full of fortune
And sometimes make painfully driven
Yes sometimes they are painfully driven. Good write. 17 minutes ago by Ken.. to Sometimes shift
Yes sometimes they are painfully driven. Good write. 12 hours ago by Ken.. to Sometimes shift
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Tears fall out of grace Gloom rushes on face The secret is not known But tears are of my own