Another tear too late

Poignant grief cannot endure forever. Yet it seems to stretch on for an eternity.

Why shed another tear for a cause I have long stopped believing in? Why fight a battle of which the odds are stacking higher against me day by day? I don't know. I just do.

And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah.