No one knows
the tears still inside me.
People think it's all past.
They think I'm all better.
Every once in a while
I think, I hope, I pray
that things will be better too.
But then I remember.
And the pain floods back,
and the bottom falls out,
and I fall and I fall.
And I know once again
that things aren't all better.
My loved one is gone,
and I cry alone.
How much longer, God?
How long does this last?
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