Storm Dancer

Wake up, move on, pretend everything is okay
feeling too much makes my words melt away.


I still think of it always and it pains me to know
I will never get to see my little one grow.


Left here to wonder why you had to go and leave me
prayers and angels God I beg you to believe me,

when I say I can't stop hurting when I say I have tried
when I tell you a very big piece of my heart has died.



When I try to listen when I try to understand
my heart is bleeding and I leave with empty hands.


I'm on my knees a slave to this grief
pain above all pain I ache for relief.


struck again and again haunted by the memories of you
two lovely,lonely souls with no home to claim to.


A candle in a hurricane the fire never had the chance
with the wind at my feet I can no longer dance.


One part wishing that I had never met you
but all of me entirely praying that I never forget you.


Everything seems impossible when you're left with an awful choice
yelling into the wind the storm has taken my voice.



The rain won't smell as sweet and the sun won't warm my skin
the rainbows won't be as beautiful until I can be with you again.

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