Monday, November 12, 2007

"Wash Away"

I hope you’re happy now.
I hope you learned how.
I hope the choices you’ve made
Have made you feel.

I hope that smile is real.
I worry you’ll never heal.
Cycles of running never bring you home.
Stop….. Feel.

Just the way… you made me.
And you can’t understand how it could be
That I could… that I would let you go.
You need to know I hurt too.
I pray you’ll find you.


Time heals a lot, they say.
I guess in time, we’ll see.
You’ve got your shelter, and I’ve got my rain.
Wonder which one will wash away…