It cannot be found among common things
Nor in your thoughts, you thought you knew
No, it cannot be found among the past nor in the present
I’ve hidden it.
You know often times we love to hear ourselves speak and I’m a listener so I’ve gotten along just fine.
I’ve heard tales of joy, of death and despair.
Tales from old men of regret and longing.
I haven’t a voice to disclose my own tales or maybe I just haven’t any.
So I’ll sympathize, nod and I’ll smile, and think on these many different ordeals we go through and how they shape us into the individuals we are today.
You cannot compare grief.
Some may only take just a pinch of the pitcher you’ve gone through.
We feel the need to communicate our stories.
Listen well, you may learn something.
