Laying in the dark
In the dark I lie awake
hoping , praying for our sake
I told you all that I felt
And all I got was a painful welp
I felt my heart leave my chest
Never for me to find love's rest
All I needed was some time
To help me rearrange my mind
How does one fight a war
when ones ememy hides in the mind's own doors
Every memory a battle front
A battle won and a War lost
All these emotions cursing me
I held them in not to be free
Not to lose my porcelain face
Never one to lose my grace
To hide this fire kills my faith
In the dark I erase
Asking God why, what have I done
This was my darkest hour
All because meomories had last gone sour
Still I lie here in the dark
Hoping, praying for the spark.
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