Broken Pieces
Life before love....how did I survive?
Living on the edge and running for my life
looking for something....what I didn't know
people to see and places to go
running on empty....flying high
some nights I danced; some nights I cried
loved some and lost some too
too many bad memories to sober up to
so I stayed “medicated” most of my life
it seems I needed to; to get me through life
all of my days seem such a blur
I tried not to feel..but when I did it hurt
I know without a doubt my kids saved my life
of all that was wrong....they were what was right
every ounce of strength I had came from their love
then God sent his blessing from above
out of nowhere came my handsome prince
and wouldn't you know....i've been happy ever since
so if this story shows you anything at all
you never know where broken pieces may fall
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