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shrouded in black a woman sits
in the park in the early morning
the air is foggy, so foggy that everything
is moist just from touching the air
she is sobbing, alone on that park bench
and suddenly i am filled with grief
i long to go to her, to turn her head to me,
to wipe away the tears from her stained cheeks..
but I am God, and where that woman sits alone crying
because her son has come home to me
there are hundreds of other mothers crying
over the same thing, and millions more over completely
different ideas
there is war and famine, disease...
...things are balanced this way...
but what i wouldnt give just to take away just one
single
teardrop.
in the park in the early morning
the air is foggy, so foggy that everything
is moist just from touching the air
she is sobbing, alone on that park bench
and suddenly i am filled with grief
i long to go to her, to turn her head to me,
to wipe away the tears from her stained cheeks..
but I am God, and where that woman sits alone crying
because her son has come home to me
there are hundreds of other mothers crying
over the same thing, and millions more over completely
different ideas
there is war and famine, disease...
...things are balanced this way...
but what i wouldnt give just to take away just one
single
teardrop.