Sunday, August 3, 2014


Empty glasses , warm fingerprints still left 
To carry home the hand broken holding 
Her heart that was given back 

Contemplated against the walls of time 
Faith's watch stopped ticking 
Head dropping 

I warm my face in this winter 
Begging her for one last moment in his eyes 
Fingerprints begin to dry 
They run clouded from sorrows eyes 

The grave I carry with me now 
I can't resesitate . I walk along side me now of the person I used to be . 

The other gone , you carry her in your arms . 

There's a chapter I can't write 
A missing child , a missing light 

I sit at this table 
Faith pretends she can't hear my sorrow 
As I warm my breath on the glass 
To feel your hands again