The struggles that surface from day to day,
Are the kinds that won’t seem to fade away.
I wake each morning and what do I see,
A lost little girl mourning to be.
I struggle with loss, pain and anxiety too,
But most of all I struggle from not having you.
I dreamt of fixing my broken heart,
By bringing you back again from somewhere far apart.
My hope went unheard,
It was crushed with dirty words,
And I wander as a broken-winged bird.
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
Time will heal So does everyone say,
Now I only dream to watch the clock,
As time fades away.