New Leaf
Well-Known Member
Cold winds blow in the darkest of nights
Entrenched at home, consumed by fright
My child has wandered off from me
Pain and sorrow is all I see
I reach for her, she is not there
My soul cries out in deep despair
In the shadow, I lay, ensnared
There is no comfort to be found
To my child, my heart is bound
The tempest swirls inside my head
Filling my mind with fearful dread
I am lost upon an endless sea
Crying silently
A burning
churning
choking fear
a solitary tear
one more
another
Where is the solace for
a mother
then
who in her womb
hope began
belly swelled
filled with wonder
each movement
anticipation
The pangs of birth
can't compare
with the joy
memories
we share.
Joy
memories
I held her to my breast
chubby hand
gripped my finger
oh, so tight
in her eyes
I saw the light
I rocked her
gently
through sleepless night
She took her first step
I held my breath
and soothed her
when she fell
held her in my arms
enchanted by her charms.......
now
she has fallen
into a trance
hypnotized
by drug dance
I hold her in my heart
I pray for her at daybreaks start
loved her then and love her still
If only love could sway her will
If only love could save
If I could catch each tear
that fell
bottle them up
create a spell
magically
Erase the the path
lead upon drugs steely wrath
and beckon
joy
memories
If only love could save.
If only love could save
her
save
me
Fear
turn
to
brave
sorrow
turn
to
hope
despair
turn
to
air
With every breath
I breathe
In faith I will believe
The choices made
are choices now
lessons learned
and still some how
some way
though suffered loss
sleepless nights
nightmares toss
prayers go out
whispered
then shouted
with each sunrise
I wake
and rise above
with the power
of God's love
rise up to greet another day
shake off the mourning felt through night
the wave of grief
fades from sight
and I fight
this fight
with firm belief
that though drugs
came like a thief
led my child down miseries path
she will have to learn
her inner spark still
yearns
I will gaze upon
joy
memories
send them out
upon the breeze
she will breathe
in
joy
memories
joy memories
turn
mourning to
morning.
For the end of story has not been written
Mourning to morning
dusk to dawn
I will carry on
and survive upon
faith
and joy
memories.
leafy
Entrenched at home, consumed by fright
My child has wandered off from me
Pain and sorrow is all I see
I reach for her, she is not there
My soul cries out in deep despair
In the shadow, I lay, ensnared
There is no comfort to be found
To my child, my heart is bound
The tempest swirls inside my head
Filling my mind with fearful dread
I am lost upon an endless sea
Crying silently
A burning
churning
choking fear
a solitary tear
one more
another
Where is the solace for
a mother
then
who in her womb
hope began
belly swelled
filled with wonder
each movement
anticipation
The pangs of birth
can't compare
with the joy
memories
we share.
Joy
memories
I held her to my breast
chubby hand
gripped my finger
oh, so tight
in her eyes
I saw the light
I rocked her
gently
through sleepless night
She took her first step
I held my breath
and soothed her
when she fell
held her in my arms
enchanted by her charms.......
now
she has fallen
into a trance
hypnotized
by drug dance
I hold her in my heart
I pray for her at daybreaks start
loved her then and love her still
If only love could sway her will
If only love could save
If I could catch each tear
that fell
bottle them up
create a spell
magically
Erase the the path
lead upon drugs steely wrath
and beckon
joy
memories
If only love could save.
If only love could save
her
save
me
Fear
turn
to
brave
sorrow
turn
to
hope
despair
turn
to
air
With every breath
I breathe
In faith I will believe
The choices made
are choices now
lessons learned
and still some how
some way
though suffered loss
sleepless nights
nightmares toss
prayers go out
whispered
then shouted
with each sunrise
I wake
and rise above
with the power
of God's love
rise up to greet another day
shake off the mourning felt through night
the wave of grief
fades from sight
and I fight
this fight
with firm belief
that though drugs
came like a thief
led my child down miseries path
she will have to learn
her inner spark still
yearns
I will gaze upon
joy
memories
send them out
upon the breeze
she will breathe
in
joy
memories
joy memories
turn
mourning to
morning.
For the end of story has not been written
Mourning to morning
dusk to dawn
I will carry on
and survive upon
faith
and joy
memories.
leafy
Leafy...
