Can you hear her crying late at night? Over the loud music, I hear her tears You and I watch as she carries her pain Nothing we do can change the beat of time Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat Over the river, sits the King on his throne Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears Evening starlight removes her pain Never again, would her tears last through the night… ©AnitaDawes2022
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