The Fears of Tired Souls.

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© Grathy
The Fears of Tired Souls
Lyrics and vocals by Mary McGrath
Copyright 3/11/10
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The boughs break
And the petals fall
It is evening, with the frost
Gleaming,
Yet no one hears the screaming
Of souls
Who tire of living
Their tears, like the rain
Bitter water trickles
Down the cheeks
The creeks, the rivers
Of sorrow, no plans
For tomorrow
More boughs will break
Hearts will ache
Yet no one hears
No one hears
The tears,
The fears of tired souls