TORN APART

TORN APART

A vision of things to come, a feeling of dread
captures my thoughts and envelopes my heart.
I fight against these thoughts and pray to God
that life, as we know it, will not be torn apart.

You can't change the past, but the future holds
a promise, if only you will open up your eyes
and see the world for what it has now become.
No need for anger or tears, or the empty lies.

Pick up the pieces of life and go on from here,
salvage what you can before it is way too late.
It is the only way you can ever hope to survive,
no need to tempt the deep blackness of fate.

Strange how the feelings of dread haunt me,
at midnight when the world is ever so still
and you are somewhere out there, trying
to cope with the demons that come at will.

Imagine what it must be like to be torn apart,
with no desire to live and a fear of the night.
You are alone in a world of your own making,
where nothing is good, where nothing is right.

I see you - torn apart...
and it breaks my heart.

Countrymom
6/28/09