Friday, April 16, 2010

words at 4am

So many words to say
but I don't how
I wonder what allows me to live
and bear this gift I have to give

Everyday I wake in disbelief
I can't believe what happening
Every urge says run hide
But nothings bigger than pride

How do you cope
I'm living on excitment and hope

How will we live
In my head I'm still just a kid W
ho has to make a choice it's not just me anymore
At first there were two of us, but one he ran for the door

I have to be strong
I have to carry on

For the three of us,
for the three of us

I look down at my arm and I see what I've always known

I touch the ink stain

There's always beauty in pain
Life lessons learn and maturity gained

It's gonna be hard, but I'll stand with you through the rain
From the moment I felt you move
I knew my life wouldn't be the same

I will always love you, believe, you are my treasures true.
My little Irish roses, your mommy is here for the three of us

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