New Day Coming

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New Day Coming

She sits, weeps, and wonders why,
Life she lives makes her always cry.
Her tears fall like a streaming river,
Wetting her cheeks, making her wither.

Heart tearing sorrow of moments her's,
Captured in a slyness cold without worth.
The tears still fall, soaking her face,
Tears of the moment, rushing bloods pace.

Call tears of sorrow for the weak fragile heart.
As the day fades then to now, gone to the dark.
Her tear filled eyes, now clear, wiped dried.
Thought's  that caused her alarm, such jive

No more the tear rivers dance.
Sadness seized with no concern
Has withered no more that slyness yearned.
The sun can warm the coldest heart,

The coldest house, the coldest yard.
A little warmth will quell the pain,
From returning to her set-in stain.
She has seen it once, and won't live it again.

Those tears that fell as she judged her worth,
Gave her a great value, outweighing the gold on earth.