Sorrow

You cannot buy happiness with money,

And there is no one to buy your sorrows.

For sorrow is something we get,

When our heart is hollow.

Tears come from the heart,

Not from the brain.

The words spoken by them,

Is something no one can explain.

Our pleasures are shallow,

Our sorrows are deep.

Even one memory of everything,

Make all the scarp reap.

We all survive in the end because,

The fire within us,

Burns brighter than,

The fire around us.