Achy bones and stuff,
headaches and tears keep seeping out,
I can't seem to get through this wall,
I give anything for a pink wrecking ball!
Oh, how did he do this?
That thief, who is now a ghost.
I see him, I hear his voice
and my insides wretch with brokeness.
I'd hug Leah, Hagar as well,
Any woman whoever felt unloved.
But the truth is even the loved
have their pain that is unknown.
So my days are like theme parks,
Up and away, falling down fast.
One day this will be hard to recall.
I dream of that day.
headaches and tears keep seeping out,
I can't seem to get through this wall,
I give anything for a pink wrecking ball!
Oh, how did he do this?
That thief, who is now a ghost.
I see him, I hear his voice
and my insides wretch with brokeness.
I'd hug Leah, Hagar as well,
Any woman whoever felt unloved.
But the truth is even the loved
have their pain that is unknown.
So my days are like theme parks,
Up and away, falling down fast.
One day this will be hard to recall.
I dream of that day.
Written By: M.Summer 2009
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