Somehow
The last few days have been brutal and we
yearn for an awakening
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Broken has taken on a deeper meaning
and remorse has had a field day
with us, tired is my existence
Somehow I need to find what was lost
in translation for life is too short
to go without
Soul searching yields no results except
a body count that's gone without one
Feeling cold, we cup our hands to blow into
them the last of warmth to be had
Slow death and the viewing for sentiment
seems to be inevitable, I do not want
to pay my respects, not now, not ever
Somehow this will get fixed and love will
flourish out of it
Maybe not today, but rushing was probable
cause as to how we got here
Somehow, a word that comes to mind brings
temporary comfort
The healing process begins and with faith
feeling Gods hand woke us again this morning
and somehow tonight, hurt begins to fade
Somehow this will work for good
Somehow this will work for the better
Be it alone or with one another
The latter being my preference,
The present, my company
Somehow
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