The Rock that never cries
I held my friend and she looked at me,
tears flowing from her eyes.
I looked away as she said to me,
yer my rock that never cries.
Three sad people stood in the rain,
as a pet was laid to rest.
Water ran from my children's eyes,
as God put them to the test.
I held them close, as we walked away,
and as I gazed up to the sky...
My son hugged me tight and softly said,
yer my rock that never cries.
We watched the fire as our home it ate,
loosing everything inside.
My words were calm as I said to them,
at least none had died.
I held them tight, with a mother's love,
letting out a long, deep sigh.
Teary eyes then looked to me,
the rock that never cries.
I held her hand, as her time drew near,
my heart breaking deep inside.
She knew she would not see the tears,
from the rock that never cried.
In the still of the night, a pillow feels,
the dampness of a tear.
Silently shed within the dark,
where no-one will ever hear.
For when the morning sun comes up,
those tears will then have dried...
Never telling anyone the truth,
about the rock that never cries.
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