The Mystery Of The Crying Child.

Tears on the window sill,
From where she sat still.
Head in hands sighing,
Puddle of tears from crying.

Didn't make her feel better,
Just made the window wetter.
Made her arms ache,
Living was a mistake.

Watching the rain,
Falling again and again.
Marks in the chair,
Marks on the stair.

Solemnly staying there,
The dents in the chair.
Where she sits to cry,
Morning and night.

Barely sleeps as the shadows creep,
Just sits there, to weep.
No explaination for why,
She just sits there, to cry.

The girl of tears,
Been crying for years.
No one knows her name,
What she could have became.

But she just sits there crying,
Some presume she maybe dying.
They don't know,No ones sure,
As there is no known cure...

Of a crying child,
Who's never smiled...
No explaination for why,
She just sits there, to cry.