The Sound Of Pain

Ever heard the sound of pain

The tearful mourn of the morning rain

Of heart and flesh, cut and tear

Tear and torn on stick and stone

Of low and high a mingled tone

The sound of sore and swolen soul

Are hearts made of flesh ?

Then why would no difference exist

Of sound broken of heart and glass ?

Oh how shattered dreams do scream

Wake us from this dreadful mare!

But non a man doth show no care

For that music an ear can hear

But pain only the heart does hear