I often see sweet Sorrow.

She plays hide and seek with me.

Just when I think, that She’s gone,

She reminds me I’m not free.

 

When the sun is shinning bright

And the blueness of the sky,

Removes all the darkness,

I can still hear Her sigh.

 

It seems I’m always waiting

For the good to disappear.

I pray that it won’t happen,

But sweet Sorrow draws near.

 

I’d love to hear my laughter

And the funny songs I’d  sing,

But life is full of losses.

Tears are what Sorrow brings.

Yu/stan/kema.