When face I times of greatest heartache
Driven deep within my mind,
A well there is from which I draw,
Solace bringing, strong and kind.
Filled it is from tear and anguish,
Moments past of broken dreams,
Times I tried and failed and fell, yet,
Found again a time to dream.
Grateful to this well am I,
With its treasures great and vast,
Wherein sought I oft in sorrow,
Tears I in its depths did cast.
Hearts of glass and eyes of water
Are reflected in its face.
Sorrows of the mounting turmoils
Cannot from me take its place.
Often loneliest in those hours
When unto this well I’ve crept,
And looking deep into its depths,
Found I there my sleep and slept.
So, thus, again with broken heart
Visit I where solace lies
And deeply dipping with my hands,
Wash this sorrow from my heart and eyes.
Brian Gray December 1977-June 19, 1978 11:40 p.m.