My veins are aching
My heart is breaking
Hands are shaking
My world is breaking
One more day, one more hour
Maker, empower me
The air I breathe seems thinner
The songs I sing come with a shutter
I say goodbye to the daily clutter
To grieve
The rain falls but not from the sky
Take steps Just try
Try not to cry
Life goes on they voice
But his is the only one I want now
Give me that choice.
What is this life really for?
What are we doing here anyway?
When we have to say goodbye on a cold February day.
I wrap in his robe and breathe freely the scent of his living body
I listen to the only remnant of his voice attainable
I make offers to my maker, but He does not hear me
So, I sit here and go through the motions, wanting to be free
Need to pass on to the after life
I have to know what is there, where is he now
Will I really see him or is that an illusion to comfort the crowd
Maybe I’ll go from the ache
Maybe I made too many a mistake
What kind of God are you
Are you good and kind?
Or do you throw away most of mankind
To the fire
Can’t be with you because of our human desire?
Created by dust we give into human nature, who’s fault is it
We are made to be human and eternally punished for our mortality,
Doesn’t seem right does it?
So I should just quit
A heaven without him would be my Hell
A Hell with him would be my heaven
Or maybe we can come back and try again?
Pointless to me, pointless to man To try and try again.
He isn’t here anymore
So what my God is this life for.
Take me away or show me his spirit
Let me look into his eyes and I will not quit
A void so great that my spirit grieves daily
A loss so big that my mind cannot understand
My loneliness so amazing that my heart cannot stop hurting
How do I fix this, how do I make a stand
I like to make things happen
And so I struggle here
This I have no control over
Still I beg you to take me there.
Laura