Long Lost Tears

By 8th October 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

I held the rabbit in my arms today and cuddled it as it was put to sleep
He looked so peaceful, no more pain. As I stroked him I started to weep.
In years gone by I had been to war, killed, and seen friends die
Yet I stood there with tears running down my face, why,oh why did I cry?

Perhaps those tears that I wept today while stroking those floppy ears
Were those long lost tears that I had been holding in for far too many years?
In times of war there’s no time to cry, no time to show you care
And of all the things I hold inside, there are still those I fear to share

Peter Southern

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