a poem
‘Neath a clear and starry sky
Tears of pain seep from her eye,
Spirit ash and heart a hole
Crushing weight upon her soul,
She cries if there’s a God above
Will I ever find the love
To light my night and cool my day,
Is there one star to guide my way?
In sorrow, down on bended knees,
A whisper rustles through the trees,
No, not one, was what she heard,
As softly as a distant bird,
Not one was made to help you see,
Not one, for they are all for thee.
