Holdeth ye in thy hand;
the broken heart of a man.
To endur yee tears and yee sorrow;
he thinketh there be nerr tomorrow.
But Alas! as time runneth on;
the sorrow will surely be gone.
As he findeth the one true love;
that he pedistals high above.
For now!she holdeth his heart;
and he knoweth they'll never part.
No more Tears,No more Sorrow;
for Now:There shall always be Tomorrow.