laments

the are heard in the criesdarkness i That night I couldn't stop her I confess that she did it all That night I couldn't have her She left and I let her She is the lament, she is everything of the night, she left in silence, but I still know that it is better, the dawn has arrived and it is sad, even without going, I will have to continue one more day, or maybe many more days, without her many more days