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Roads may lead
To the city of dreams
Or the vista of nightmares
And no-one can tell
If the pathway is to heaven
Or to hell
All the glittering lights
So pretty in the sky
Tell you it’s beautiful
But maybe they lie
And they’ll never, never, never
Tell you why
Voices may call
As sirens to rocks
Or angels to the sun
And no-one dare say
If this is the sweetest
Or bitterest way
All the colours so bright
Are where the birds fly
So surely it’s safe
But maybe you’ll cry
And they’ll never, never, never
Tell you why
© Helen Valentina 2019
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Why do we cry is the question of the age.
So true, thanks John! 🙂
🙂
Because bad things happen no good reason
True, thanks! 🙂
That may be some of it. What about happy tears?