Cries are not for days gone by

Sometimes the shining sun disappears
The moon and stars retreat then
Moments where hopelessness
Torment the being with burning fears
A state of acute powerlessness

Then the heart needs someone to love
Someone to care, someone to understand
The agonizing shames and pains
That so surround the endless days
The heart needs someone to listen

Then after the whole universe has
Come and filled the cup with teardrops
Still there is no satisfaction
It is not pity I long for, not sad faces
Cries are not for days gone by
It is losing that fire that saddens

 World of despairing shadows
A woman's cries piercing the heart
It is a pitiful sight yet food for motivation
As hands laid on her shoulders
I can hear the pace of my own heartbeat
Begin to boil like storming hurricanes

Then I remember why I am here
In the middle of dark clouds, I
hold on to that 'why'. It stings,
bruises, wounds the hands - yet I
hold on to it like a question of life or
death till I get to where a child may
re-find the lost smiles stolen by
poverty, war, rapes, separations and
so many more monstrous disasters