After all, why does the little heart wail

When clouds of pain spreads, When shadows of melancholy swing, When tears fail to cup the eyes, When the lonely heart wails shivers, I console it.. After all, why do you wail ? A daily act of life it is, where you are walked upon, Where you are bisected even before you desire to open. With these undisturbed silences, The needles of time distributes its share of sorrow; With no one to borrow it