A sunrise,
isn't so special.
When it's seen,
through tear-filled eyes.
A birds song,
isn't so special.
When your cries of pain,
overpower its voice.
The sun light,
isn't so special.
When it can't dry,
the constant rain from my eyes.
The wind,
isn't so special.
when you already feel chills,
of a broken heart.
Life,
isn't so special.
When you hear, see, and feel,
what I do, everyday.
1/19/07