Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Valley of Acid Tears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think my writing's of poems has come to an end<br>They've told the stories about my family<br>Lost Love, Wars, The Hells, Places I've been<br>Damaged Souls<br>The Stories of Tears that just won't end<br>The Things that just has to be said<br>That caused the Tears<br>The Dark Secrets<br>Truth about a family of Abuse<br>Anger<br>Live's full of sin<br>Reality would talk about how it's time to move on<br>We were the resemblances of survival<br>A family gone<br>And for our futures journeys to the other side of life<br>Yet even now with that knowledge of my family<br>My own lifetime of strife<br>My broken dreams and shattered hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was still surprised by the cords that were still tied <br>The story of how I came to that bridge of lost love<br>Where hopelessness reigned<br>Where helpless tears cried<br>The place where time had come for changes, repentance<br>Above all else knowledge that I needed to be righteous before I lied<br>It didn't take an Einstein to read between the lines<br>I just wished my family could've realized that<br>And about the furture life after the boxes of pines<br>How I stood at that bridge and cried harder than ever before<br>Thought of them and the love lost<br>Then even harder more<br>How I moved forward for the damaged soul of mine<br>Wondered what was left, did we have any more time? <br>You see my family! I know that it had to be this way<br>That everyone has a chance to move on or lay where you lay<br>Even now you know I loved you like now one else ever could<br>After all it was only that love that made it so I could be good<br>Yes I had to be good! <br>Fact is, <br>I wanted it more than anything<br>But for you at the bridge, and your memories <br>A little longer I stood<br>And then how the tears flowed<br>More than I thought that they ever could </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the day will come for you to hear my thoughts<br>Maybe even read<br>Even now I wonder who'll listen<br>Who'll heed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was hard to speak even now about abuse<br>The Valley of Acid Tears<br>My moving on<br>These last few years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My family will never know about that<br>Nor understand what its been like<br>Nor visit those places I been<br>The times I needed their help<br>The times my soul was so desperate for their love<br>My fight, <br>The fight to become clean and win<br>I try not to remember how so often they judged me<br>And the truth that I spoke, as the sin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My poems would speak of the <br>Bitterness <br>within my family, my soul<br>About pain and endless tears, <br>Waves that washed and flowed<br>But not once ever did my heart speak, <br>Nor the stories talk of any hate<br>Only of love, and lost, the damage, the worries, <br>My fate<br>About a bridge I crossed and my moving on<br>The depths of Hell<br>And those Hells beyond<br>The understanding of endless tears <br>And how they'll never be gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how I turned, <br>My back away from that bridge from that Hell<br>And even then, and still my family didn't show any care<br>About the man that loved them, that isn't doing very well<br>Nor do they get to see the man that has changed his life<br>For as I walked from that bridge, fake love and<br>Those unbelievable Hells<br>I thought<br>My family, my family, my family it's true<br>I'm happy you missed the Hells I've been too.<br>The turning my back away from sin<br>But not the best part that makes me what I am<br>Love, true love the best part of any man<br>So as I walked from that Valley of Acid Tears<br>Love now speaks Frankly about The House The Home, The Hells<br>My life in the Valley of the Dammed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358522" data-title="The Valley of Acid Tears de Clyde Bryson" data-description="I think my writing's of poems has come to an end
They've told the stories about my family
Lost Love, Wars, The Hells, Places I've been
Damaged Souls
The Stories of Tears that just won't end
The Things that just has to be said
That caused the Tears..."></div>
</div>
</div>