The wind was howling loud that I could not hear
The cry of a heart that was near
The rain was pouring hard that I could not see
The tears that falls slowly to the sea.
Who could that be that was struggling inside?
Whose heart cannot make the pain to subside?
Who cannot even force itself to forget?
Who cannot even face new hatred ahead?
So I went searching high and low
For that person whose head bowed so low
Whose head bowed low and crying in the rain
Whose words sound muffled with hearts pain.
Then someone heard the heart's cry
The he came to me and asked me why
Why what? I had replied
Why are you crying as if you would die?
R.B
2003
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