The Lady Of Sorrows

The Lady Of Sorrows ballad

The Lady Of Sorrows balladUploaded by Haifa alsabagh

I was traveling so fast
Trying to reach end of the light
Going faster than shooting star
I wanna reach in to my self
The one I left behind
Praying in heaven’s name to clear up my mind
All I have left; my poems notebook and a pen
I am still not fine
Small things matter in life
Is worth my life and all I have
I was crying a river of tears and sorrows
My pain doesn’t seems want to heal
His voice still in my ears chasing me in fears
Every time look at newspaper headlines all I remember his shadow between the lines
I do have faith but where is my place
I need a candle light to light up my life
A prayers from the holy Land
An Angel from above
A symphony from the south
A rose
A flower
A phone ring I use to hear
A kiss on a cheek
To undo the embroidery of pain and sorrow of my heart
I thought I was in heaven I just found out this is hell
Heaven is on the other side where I see but I can’t reach

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I was born in middle east then moved to UK in my teens I have travailed the world and lived in Asia Europe & USA . I am passionate about writing and painting mostly I write about myself and life
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