Sorrows of Pain

Sniff the smell of rain
Only the sorrows of pain
& more hopes goes in vain
If you look at the mysteries of night
It brings dark from light
& mixes black with white
Then hear the silence of sky
As if it asks why
I am colored in red dye?
& sense the blow of breeze
That goes forth in ease
It sways the heads of trees
Now listen to your empty heart
Its empty words are pieces of art
More & more drive you apart
Then listen to yells of suffer
Of the old gaffer & gammer
& give your hand as a help offer