It’s a sad, sad song:
filled with yearnings, and tears.
It’s a sad, sad song:
filled with longings; unfulfilled for years.
A song of love lost, and yet to be found…
a heart that knows the cost
of turning around-
turning and walking the other way,
turning and walking, while wanting to stay.
A broken woman: needing to mend
waiting- but not willing for Heaven to send
another:
not a brother,
not a mother,
not a friend- but a lover
to hold my fears
to wipe my tears…
to hear my heart before I speak-
to know my mind when I am weak.
I need to cry- need to know why…
A broken woman: waiting for dawn
wanting; and willing, to just hold on.
Night is so long.
Dark is so deep.
I sing my song.
I hope to reap- LOVE
keep- LOVE…
but I walk away, on a sad, sad day.
May the Love that I have sown
come back full grown:
someday
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