The
Crying Game.
Laid
here upon ancient stones,
Years
of toil have come to rest,
Oh
my heart has overflowed with love,
And
now my eyes weep saltily.
Miles
we've travelled to behold,
All
this beauty laid to rest,
Something
moves inside me here,
And
crying helps to move my soul,
Tested
oft' beyond my limit,
To
walk along this way of peace,
Fallen,
stumbled, held in states of grace,
My
joy has risen to highest highs.
Now
my will has given in,
I
accept the willingness to explode,
How
much love I'd held deep inside,
That
now floods down on holy ground.
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