When I weep on your shoulder   you caress me with the warmest embrace   Tears are not a comfort   but truly a great suffering      Scarring of the soul a reminder of   the bitterness,   gained through the years and years   in despair   What gift pays grieving   but the loss of sadness for a moment      Ignorance of children - admirable   they know not grief   The reminder of sadness   is still grinding   Still harvesting delight      A fragile bird he cannot fly   without his wings   You cut them deeply   when you were my God   and Gods always fail you