Tears that fall like rain
From the silky showers of the morn
Forever lead one to shelter
To forget the day they were born
In quiet times to reflect the sins of youth
You will find the cupboard bare
You will find your soul scared
With lollipop kisses to make up for the pain
It’s like a book of riddles
Life is passing down a drain
Yet a glimmer of hope
It comes and it goes
Through a slit of golden rays
Till it’s never no more
© Bolan-Beaty Boogie
January 1, 2016