God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
My Heart's Song
My Heart’s Song
When was the last time my heart sang?
Was it the day…that fateful day…the day the doorbell rang?
My recall isn’t at its best.
My mind you see has had no rest.
I know it was a happy song…one filled with joy and love.
The lyrics carried on a tune that soared on the wings of a dove.
It was light and cheerful…shining like the sun.
I can’t remember how it goes…my song has come undone.
My heart now sings a different song…one filled with pain and joy.
Over…and…over again within my mind repeating like a toy.
The words are all my memories of a life that’s passed.
A requiem of a life which ended way too fast.
No one else can duplicate the melody or the truth within the verse.
For my rhyme and reason is buried within the earth.
It is not strength…or bravery…that gets me through another day.
It is my heart composing in a different way.
When was the last time my heart sang?
Was it the day…that fateful day…the day the doorbell rang?
My recall isn’t at its best.
My mind you see has had no rest.
I know it was a happy song…one filled with joy and love.
The lyrics carried on a tune that soared on the wings of a dove.
It was light and cheerful…shining like the sun.
I can’t remember how it goes…my song has come undone.
My heart now sings a different song…one filled with pain and joy.
Over…and…over again within my mind repeating like a toy.
The words are all my memories of a life that’s passed.
A requiem of a life which ended way too fast.
No one else can duplicate the melody or the truth within the verse.
For my rhyme and reason is buried within the earth.
It is not strength…or bravery…that gets me through another day.
It is my heart composing in a different way.
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My Heart`s Song
My Heart`s Song
