When I Am Gone
wish I could take control,
stop the pain that I feel, cry
it all out, run away, or just be still.
what would I do if I was going to die tomorrow,
if he came to me in a dream,
would I go to heaven, will there be a place for me?
one day happy, but in the same day sad,
one moment angry, one minute glad...that is crazy!
why do I continue to torture myself,
I don't want this kind of life for me,
when I am gone, will I finally have peace?
Copyright © Charmaine Pennon | Year Posted 2006
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