Of Scarecrow

In a dark cold night the full moon shines

brightly among the twinkling light

Chilling breeze comes swiftly by

a lonely scarecrow in the meadow

Alone he stood, alone he spread

in the sunshine in the rain

No one to tell of all his sorrows

no one to hear him when he wept

Behind the hideous face

an angel resides within

Bearing the pain he must kept in silence

From all the despise he was thrown upon

'Who would understand?

Nobody would care.'

A lonely scarecrow stood alone

tears flowing silently

heart throbbing soundlessly