Tales of a Poor Poge by Richard Palmer - HTML preview

HARVEST OF TEARS

Long did I love you,

So many years,

Sowed all my passion,

Only to reap a harvest of tears,

A harvest of tears.

Tried so hard to earn your sweet love,

But in your heart there lived no love

For me at all,

I was just a poor and lonely soul

Headed for a fall.

And it was so much pain to know

That my love for you meant nothing,

Nothing to you at all.

Just nothing, nothing to you at all.