Sadness

Tears spill down her face.
Soaked her black dress lace.
She weeps on sorrow.
She thinks theres no tomorrow.

Crows fly over head.
As people pray in bed.
They have no hope.
Not even the pope.

Sadness and disease.
Don't cry, please.
Every one wants to be happy.
But everything seems so gloomy.

This is how it feels.
I wonder who could deal.