Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me,
I am spent for the thing that I love.
I am spent for the thing that I love.
I have seen many a shame in my days,
I've seen broken instruments no one could play.
I've seen the widow, and I've seen the slave.
And I've seen the bodies that didn't have graves,
But don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me,
For this reason is why I was made.
For this reason is why I was made.
Some will grow old and they'll teach all the young
The wisdom they've gathered while under the sun.
And some will be mothers, and some will be kings.
And some will be craftsmen of bracelets and rings,
But don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me.
Don't cry for me,
I am spent for the one that I love.
I am spent for the one that I love.
I am spent for the one that I love.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Samson's Song
Posted by Joy on Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Labels: Thoughts and Experiences
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