God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Side Of The Road
Side Of The Road
I come this way all the time.
My heart used to race now it is flat.
Road kill on the side of the road…the pieces to small to find.
Run over…crushed…dried out…deaths natural aftermath.
I don’t even look anymore. I know exactly where it is. What it looks like.
The picture etched in my mind.
A tattoo upon my skin that will never fade destined to be with me the rest of my life.
Sorrow has taken my sight. To life’s thrills and spills I am blind.
I am calloused…feeling nothing but cold or heat.
Stuck like a reptile that can’t shed its skin…only tears.
Driving myself a little farther each day just to get a few extra feet.
Pretending I can overcome the grief and fear.
On the side of the road I sit waiting for something that will never come to me in this life.
I talk to you…play you music hoping you’ll appear.
I waste away in the last of the light.
Regressing back to the basic need of being here.
I come this way all the time.
My heart used to race now it is flat.
Road kill on the side of the road…the pieces to small to find.
Run over…crushed…dried out…deaths natural aftermath.
I don’t even look anymore. I know exactly where it is. What it looks like.
The picture etched in my mind.
A tattoo upon my skin that will never fade destined to be with me the rest of my life.
Sorrow has taken my sight. To life’s thrills and spills I am blind.
I am calloused…feeling nothing but cold or heat.
Stuck like a reptile that can’t shed its skin…only tears.
Driving myself a little farther each day just to get a few extra feet.
Pretending I can overcome the grief and fear.
On the side of the road I sit waiting for something that will never come to me in this life.
I talk to you…play you music hoping you’ll appear.
I waste away in the last of the light.
Regressing back to the basic need of being here.
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Side Of The Road
Side Of The Road
