Tears - Copyright 3/5/99 by Dan Sharpe.

Hope falls to the ground like ashes,
as all that we dreamed vanishes,
your shaddow passes through the door,
love won't come a knockin any more.

All I have left are tears,
my companions through the coming years,
they will always be only a memory away,
with me till my dieing day.

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