Hidden Pain

We all must walk for a while,
Across the sands of time,
Smelling sweetness from a flower,
Or bringing forth new rhyme.

Many problems strain the heart,
Too deep for untrained eye;
It hurts the heart to smell a flow'r,
And then to walk past by.

Whether I be hurt or not,
I cannot stop the clock;
I'll bear the pain within my heart,
And continue to walk.

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