When the night seemed so long
I thought it’d never end
I trusted not in fate
But to the God I know.
I asked in prayer, more than not
To heal my mind and take away the rot.
My hope was so strong back then
Oh to have that much, once again.
My tears were as constant as my dreams
I often wished for better things
Sadness made a permanent home
In my heart where broken would roan.
Betrayal of the sacred kind
Took my joy and I wished myself to be blind
Trying hard always to not see
The things for the real way, it was for me
Others dream and wake from their dreams
I never fully have, it would seem
Always still, a little hope
Maybe myself is playing a stupid joke.
I guess I will try to keep what is left
And move on and make the best.
Often though, I still feel the deep pain
Knowing despite my trying, it will forever remain.
MwsR ❤
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