Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changed
in so so many ways
It seems to always be
in a state of disarray...
Without you here
by my side
to hold my hand
and be my guide...
I feel like I'm lost...
wandering through each day
waiting and hoping and praying
that you come to me in some way....
I need you to tell me
that it everything will be okay...
If anyone else is saying it
I never hear them on any day...
Nobody will ever be what
You were to me...
It breaks my heart to know
that I will never see...
Your tender face again
Or touch your fragile body
and feel your unconditional
love reserved only for me...
I would give 10 years
of my life to have you
here with me for just
a month or two...
My love for you began
more than 30 years ago
It grew into a kind of love
that few people ever know...
I know I was truly blessed
to have you as my best friend,
My Grannio and my sole supporter
until the bitter end...
I will never forget
how much you gave,
how much you loved,
or how often you saved...
Me - when I was a little girl
from my nightmares
and when I was grown up
from all the evil dares...
You always stood by me
Faithful, strong and true
Til the bitter end
I knew I could count on you...
Now that you're gone
and I'm here alone
I realize more than ever
all that you've done...
To make my life better,
Safer and Secure
By giving me your love
So unmistakebly pure...
I miss everything about you
all that you were to me
every single day I think
of how my life used to be...
When you were here
with Jakob and me
Things were so different
that it's hard to see...
Why God had to take you
away from me and my son
so much, much too soon
before your time had come...
I will never understand
and I will forever fear...
how much life hurts
without you here...
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I Hate The Wait (Weight)
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When I hear your voice inside my head it makes me think of you every single day as I fight back tears of sadness and wonder if you're okayMy life is empty without you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my simple hopes seem in vainI realize how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and expect you not to hateI don't deserve a second chance to show you how much I care when you needed me the most I know I failed to be thereNow your trust in me is gone forever and I will never have the chance to say I really hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give almost anything in life if I could go back to that day and erase everything I said and did to make your heartache go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the absence of these words haunt me each and every day..
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1)dying in the bar[sluggishly]yet,I would crawl tooupto the bar,it was everything, the dampnessthe carved woodthe zoned-out-ness in my headdreaming; it was better than death?then I took another drink?so manyI never moved much, like dead fish.my head split like an assit was numb and, nothing else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancingon the patiothe moon was out.
