One Of My Wishes
One Of My Wishes
One of my wishes is to beloved by a family of my own
I hold this thought so firm that it scarcely show on my face
Without words to tell my story
The breeze of thought rushes to my heart
By the maker mask of gloom
On the edge of doom
The cut of emptiness is killing at my soul night and day
turning my poor heart cold
I know so well I should not be withheld by this love
But the numbers of years turn vastness
I should steal away a night to wash my gloom's away
Fearless of ever finding open of my heart is a room a place of the dark
I do not see why I should I every turn back to the day of family love
Those day's are now a dream to me
I will not set forth upon my track of the life I had to live
The asking why did my life come to this
To overtake me in to that darken hunger
To long to know why I was never loved
I held them dear to my heart but they cast me out in the dark
Broken my heart in their shame of their nasty games of hate .
Lilly Emery (C)
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