Acceptance
Everyday little bit fall in line
Landing on this broken heart of mine
They can't replace parts that are gone
But can make a bridge to carry on
Whenever my face cracks in smile
It feels like a bitter cold defile
Betrayal of the dearest past
In danger of fading way to fast
Every morning when I woke up alone
Keep breathing air from the unknown
Each breath is an unknown sature
Knitting yesterday for the future
Every night I beseech and implore
But only truth arrives in my door
It's an infliction that's here to stay
An encho of your passing away
But those little bit keeps on falling
Though the thought of it is appalling
With each settled piece,I sadly find
Acceptance does not have to be kind
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