By kevin urenda Date: 3 June 1999
The pangs of the lonely nights grown cold chilled by those words alienated from the territory of your gentle heart in a few reckless moments of anger I hurt though I know I am truly loved My tears do not seep from the windows to my soul which still burns for you for men don�t cry It is my heart that weeps alone in the night and the tears of my heart may never be dried. 5/24/99