Tuesday, September 02, 2014
She Cried
The choir
boys sung and the church bells rung
A tear for
every heave and every sigh,
With a lump
on her throat, she cried, she cried
How the girl
wished she could’ve stopped her tongue
If only she
knew she could’ve tried, yes, tried
The choir
boys sung and the church bells rung
A tear for every heave and every sigh,
Now all that
is left are kind words unsung
In her bosom
they shall bitterly hide,
There is nobody
else to chide, yes, chide
The choir
boys sung and the church bells rung
A tear for
every heave and every sigh,
With a lump
on her throat, she cried, she cried
