Pain...Tears...and Rain
He had visited the Wall especially on a day of rain Because he had heard stories of the visitor's tears And he thought he could not stand the pain He knew he'd give way though it had been years
The Wall shone in the rain with an angelic light A visit in the rain was better than a visit at night The raindrops were running down all the panels on the Wall With the raindrops on visitors faces tears shouldn't show at all
But the agony in the visitors eyes was a dead give away He might as well have gone to the Wall on a sunny day He saw the daughters, wives, sisters the sons, the mothers He saw the eyes of the friends, the eyes of the brothers
At the Wall a vigil was being kept At last he finally knew that he was not alone .................as in the rain he wept
©Faye Sizemore November 9, 2002
