Nothing Kills More than Grief

Nothing Kills More than Grief Even when you have fallen asleep After so many years of quiet release The pit of pain makes you weak. Hearing the name of the one that's gone Telling all stories, short and long Nothing could make me feel more wrong Than hearing that she is gone. Grief is not known from the part Its a feeling from the broken heart Tears that have fallen long and far To the bruises and the bleeding scars. Shame proclaims its mystery of pain Suffering and wondering, why her good name? That the sins of the sinner go un-blamed Losers and winners just become the same. Nothing Kills More than Grief Even when you have fallen asleep After so many years of quiet release The pit of pain makes you weak.