What could he do, the times were sad.
What could he do, the times were sad.
I ask no recompense, I shall not fail
Although you do not heed; the long, sad years
Still pass, and still I scatter flowers frail,
And whisper words of love which no one hears.
No, Good God, for my misery!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories