The Voice that Cried No More
There once was a young boy
who was always filled with joy
seldom would he weep
into her arms she would sweep
me into her embrace
and from her lovely face
a Voice that said “cry no more”
As a teen, the boy soon grew
and the troubles that the woman had been through
split like an ocean ridge
that couldn't be mended with a bridge
with her soul mate gone
she had to be strong
the Voice told herself “cry no more”
Years past and life went on
finally on a mid summer's dawn
a tragedy occurred
the woman's family was stirred
from their beds in the middle of the night
gave her loved ones such a fright
The Voice soon cried “No More
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