The Tears Dried, and the Heart Died

Work is long,
Stress is hard,
Too much on your mind.

Your heart hardens and you go your own way.
Consume yourself with yourself.
A petty life among millions of strangers,
meanders further from the meaning.

Remember the family?
Your Father, your Mother, and your Kin
have not forgotten you.
Hold on to the fact you’re suffering is only for you,
When the world suffers along with you.
Keep your head down your eyes closed.

Why me? You cry at night.
Come back to us cry’s the world.
Where have you gone my sweet Soul, God whimpers.

So many things that distract.
Collecting gold in your fist,
More toys, less of this,
feeling when you experience something real.
A fleeting sunset, cold grass on your feet, or the touch of your mother’s hand,
can’t compare to this solitude, these toys, this drug, or all the wealth of the land.

When did you die to us? Sweet child when will you be born again?
The gravestone simply says “The Tears Dried, and the Heart Died.”