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
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