"I would rather die living, than live dying"

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

River of pain.....a work in progress

The blue skies have turned grey

Everytime I carried you

it was never enough



I watched you there

through everytime you cut you

I was the one to bleed



I was there to break your fall

you would steal and take

yet you always left my pain



When you cut you I bled

When you fell I was the break

what is there left to steal or take

not even water in the river of pain



I gave you strength when you weren't strong

when the snow is on the ground winter come

who will save your heart when the sun is gone



Like the winter wind blowing leaves away

alone like a bitter sin hidden all along

words without deeds dont ever say



In the darkest moments a longing voice

bluest skies in the darkest gray

I must go



when you cut you I bled

when you broke I was the fall

when you took you took it all

even the water in river of pain



The sky is darkest grey like my love