Fight Another Day

It is five in the morning, I am awake, my pillow is wet and in my mind it is storming. My heart is broken; this is me without a mask. Father it was your will. You decided "thy cup shall not pass". At my daughter's bedside photo I stare, It is screaming inside my head, life just isn't fair! But I have to lift my head to face a new day, No matter the broken trust, to Him I must still pray. I pray for bravery to go out and face the world with a smile, Smiling although my heart is torn and the pieces rest with my child I need to remain strong; forever it can not rain. I will smile although my eyes is hiding an ocean of pain, And emotions running wild inside me, No matter how aweful this pain, its not for the world to see Here I am world, ready to fight for another day. It's my life, i will continue the good fight everyday.