John Winter - Hiaku- Sorrow

Sorrow is now his
Its spiny fingers wrap his heart
It is his to hold

Sorrow is now his
The waves encompass his soul
He has no choice now

Sorrow is now his
The tears flow without ceasing
It becomes his solace

Sorrow is now his
The beauty he desires is gone
It must be set free

Sorrow is now his
The battle is fought inside
His mind deceives him

Sorrow is now his
Without realeasing himself
He will never grow

Sorrow is now his
He will relinquish and grow
It is his alone

John Winter

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