I see her smile, but underneath,
Her heart explodes with bitter grief.
She cries alone where no one sees
Or understands her misery.
At times she thinks she can’t go
Sits in despair the whole day long.
And she is sure ’this is the day’
They will carry her away.
She lives to die, but this I know
There is a God who loves her so.
He tells her that she must go on
For there are others without song.
Others cry within the night,
Searching for the ray of light
She will shine on them one day
When grief has gone its way.
No tears of sorrow will be found,
The peace of God will then abound.
And she will understand the ‘why’
When Sorrow’s Grip has passed her by:
Her heart will sing instead of cry.
© Barbara Thompson-Young