When the sad fills your heart, and looms over your head like a shadow, when the sad won't go away, I use try thinking of peaceful things, like meadows, My grandmother told me, when the sadness won't go away, "chile, please hear me, just kneel down and pray". It use to work, a long time ago you see, I asked the sad to free my heart, but how it loves me, and won't free itself, the sad won't go away, because it loves me like no one else, I have cradled, loved, and held the sad so close to me, now the sad won't go away, it doesn't want to be free. I asked my grandmother, and this is what she say, "Just kneel sweet chile, I urge you to pray." But the sad don't want, to ever go away. I have cradled, loved, and held the sad close to my heart, I wear fake smiles, in hopes sad will depart, but oh how it loves me, and continues to outsmart, when love tries to fulfill, my aching little heart.Birth sign: Libra
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