Tonight I Wan-tah Cry

I miss you. I can’t stop thinking about you.

Streams of sorrow in my veins

Turned to waterfalls in the pain.

Tears are no shameful act;

I want to shed some tonight, but they want to backtrack.

Yesterday we held each other; today I am lonesome.

Tomorrow I will see you, and I will wish I had not come.

Your memory is a blessing and a curse;

I only hope from here it can’t get worse.