If you've walked past,
And a tear slipped out
Of your eye.

You've met Thine's sorrow.

If you've been smiling
All day, and then
Broke into tears.

You've met Thine's sorrow.

The words Thine speaks are droopy, and sad; crushing the optimism
In even the brightest.

The sky alone above Thine is stormy,
And wild; winds whipping
Around like magic.

Thine's sorrow is unknown.
Creeping like a thief
In the shadows.

Thine's sorrow is not kind.
It breaks down smiles,
And creates tears.

Thine whispered from
The mouth is poison
To the lips.

With leaden tongue you
Will feel, and sobs
Will choke you out.

With tears slipping from
Your eyes, and blinding
You got the rest of your days.

So, if you've ever met
Thine's sorrow, you should
Know that Thine is
Sorrow in pure form.

It's sight cries for tears,
For people to cry in anguish.

Thine is sorrow, and poison
On our lips. Thine is what
We never want.
Thine is death.