My Heart Is Aching.

Poem By Ariel Morris

My heat is aching, my heart is breaking.
When will my pain end?
When can I begin again?
Till the end I pray not.
My heart is aching, my body breaking.
My sole is bleeding, my toes are weeping.

I walk further and further from my home, can I go back?
Will I go back?

My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.
When will I begin to mend?
When will I hear the soft whispers on the wind telling me to make amends?
Till the tears I shed die.
My heat is aching, my heart is breaking.
My sole if fleeing, my heart lies agape.

I journey to find my peace.
Will I ever find what I seek?

My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.
When I see him in the end, my heart will mend.
When I call home again.
Till the end I fret not.
My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.
My sole is shaking, my mind is reeling.
My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.

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