The Gallery

THE GALLERY Another day goes by, outside influence on the outcome Tearing the heartstring in two And in my mind, strange topics pop up again Without your love in my life I don’t know what I would do… On the home front on my own it seems I’m alone To pick up all of the little pieces Build a picture perfect puzzle out of nothing But four walls as a frame that I am supposed to hang Trying to change my life while my world changes around me Mixed priorities linger in my mind Live for myself, live for everybody else Constant turmoil as we pass through time together Depth of thought for me serves as prayer To our God or my God in my eyes I seldom ask for more than reasons why things happen To understand and know He hears my cries Snapshots in a photo album, memories in my mind Like episodes in syndication over and over again A constant circle of events repeating through my life Were the lessons ever learned or does the lesson never end Look, gaze into the four walls at how much lies inside See how much things have to change Hanging on the walls are scars left from all the pain And though I try to put it in the past Most of it remains; in The Gallery