‘I’m tired of the song that sorrow sings…’
A Helping Hand
Although
we have
now come
to an end
Your help
to me
has been
a godsend
Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend
You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘I’m tired of the song that sorrow sings…’
Although
we have
now come
to an end
Your help
to me
has been
a godsend
Even
though
my heart
you could
not mend
You’ve
stopped
me from
going round
the bend