Fight
I have a hurtfull ache.
I'm on the break.
Of no return.
For my heart has a yearn.
To see your face,
only words could embrace.
How I feel right now,
I will not allow.
You to be gone.
This isn't my faught,
I'm so distraught.
How could this exist,
you are very missed.
I can only wait,
and hope that it's fate.
Alway's on my mind,
I will find.
A way to reach you,
and I'll tell you what he put us through.
But right here today,
I can only pray.
That you will be with me,
and we'll be free.
To My Children...............................
Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006
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