The outlook was a gloomy one
And I had lost my way
I saw no hope, no sign, no sun
But that was yesterday.
Though all must suffer loss and grief
Time is kind and brings relief
The passing of the healing years
Deadens pain and dries the tears.
At first hearts break and sorrow numbs
No word consoles, no comfort comes
But slowly to the quiet mind
Life flows back, for time is kind.
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