• Sorrow

    No words could express,
    The current state of my distress,
    Fear and doubt and hopelessness,
    Have plagued my mind I must confess.

    Give me one reason not to cry,
    This one choice to do or die,
    Can’t we leave it all behind,
    And spread or wings and take to the sky.

    Someone please wake me from this cruel dream,
    Someone please tell me it’s not as it may seem.

    Like thorns to my heart,
    This has torn me apart.

    Like Ice in my hand,
    It’s more than I can stand.

    So give me one reason not to cry,
    And no matter how much I try,
    My tears never seem to dry.

    The memory of you haunts me night and day,
    And I think about the words you say.
    But I know it will be ok. . . . . someday . . .
    Now there’s an empty space . . .
    And fire and Ice come to take it’s place.

    I linger on the bittersweet,
    As I lay my head down to sleep,
    And I whisper a silent prayer,
    That God would heal this tear,